August 25th, 2024
I’m getting things together
I’m cleaning up my life
I’ve given up the idea
Of again being a wife
I’m living life solo
I think that’s meant for me
Because only by myself
Can I shape my perfect reality
At least that’s the perception
That I’ve carried all year
But now I’m feeling lonely
Not sure what reality is real
I got stuck at a fork
So I walk in the middle
I’m not sure how to navigate this
It’s like an unsolvable riddle
Will I continue the path
Of living life on my own
Or will the day come
That I won’t be alone
Doll Poetry 