Some Days

Some days I'm so in love it hurts. . . my eyes are crossed, I can't see straight

Some days the line blurs between who I've been, who I am and who I'm becoming

Those people don't feel like me.

This girl, with all her impulses to do right

This girl, who just wants to be helpful

This girl, who holds on to the last breath . . . . not realizing she might be turning blue.

Some days the urge is to build the wall

Some days the urge is to tear the wall down - barehanded - bruised - bleeding

Some days she can't let the love in

Because then she'll have to feel it

And sometimes feeling doesn't feel good at all

Somedays she walks backward

Along the path she made

And sees how far she's come

And some days

She stands completely still

Starring at the road ahead

Realizing how far there is to go

This girl . . . playing dress up in mother's shoes

This girl . . . wanting to be grown

This girl . . . saying bedtime prayers on her knees

Some days this girl knows . . . that she's not a girl anymore

And some days this woman wishes that she was.