Can I?
I am so tired.
Not the overworked underpaid underappreciated type of tired.
No, it’s deeper, much deeper.
A constant ache to the bone.
How many self-help books can I read?
How many seminars and past life readings do I need?
I just want to look in the mirror and like who I see and stop searching for the wrinkles and whatever else that is lurking underneath
It would be great to have a day to not say I am sorry to anyone for anything.
To not overthink, and to have a drink for pleasure, not to take the edge off my wearied mind
Curl up in the in the blanket of a well lived day and gently drift to the edge of tomorrow
Can I wipe off the mask and still recognize myself?
Can I accept gray as my new favorite hair color?
Can I be comfortable being a single woman of a certain age?
Can I continue to dream and chase them into the ether?
Can I forgive myself for mistakes I’ve made and appreciate the lessons?
Can I keep the past in the rear-view mirror?
Can I walk away before I need to run?
Can I work hard, rest and not obsess?
Can I trust myself, my gut, my intuition and my god given ability to see what is not seen?
Can I appreciate the irony of a situation and still find the humor in it?
Can I take responsibility for my life and the choices I’ve made?
Can I ignore red flags and accept the consequences?
Can I forgive a betrayal and not use it as a weapon?
Can I love completely and not lose myself?
Can I build a new life without using pieces from the old one?
Can I remember in the darkest of times there are angels among us?
Can I set my soul on fire and rise above the ashes unscathed, reborn?
Can I transform, transcend and become transcendent?
Can I?
All is possible if you just ask the question.
About this poem
This poem is about the discovery and acceptance of yourself.
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Submitted by lisacampbell29 on March 11, 2025
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| Scheme | AABX CCX XXX DBXB XBEF XXXX EDEF XXXE |
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| Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
| Characters | 1,724 |
| Words | 371 |
| Stanzas | 8 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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