Rebirth

Eager, hopeful, ready - it's my rebirth and I'm shedding the cumbersome clothes and stilted face paint of polite pretense. Oh, yes! Miracles of wisdom having played at masquerade with trial and pain. Hide and seek no more. Perhaps late in life, but the direction is mine. No more mute and undying fruitless honor for me, but parting ways with this partner and his sordid choices of play....

 
I'll choose the wisdom of Henry James over the drama, confusion or endless revisions of Dante Alighieri. Watch and wait. I'm breathless and alive with a future all mine for the making. The nymph who thought herself left behind in the sparkling moonlit lake of girlhood.

Re-emerging. Splashing. Playing. Laughing. So long forgotten but there all the same. Beckoning. Begging. Please, please close the book and donate its cover for that volume is obsolete.

I'm here, head thrown back, spontaneity unleashed yet direction defined. Giggling and dripping from the pleasures of the lake but ever ready to dry off and begin responsibility to a home all mine. Content in the now and basking in this freedom found.

 - This Carman Girl