I am an old and ageing woman trapped in the body of a 20 year old. I ask my frame each day to help me keep up with the young bones, to make me understand why my body does what it does and why it takes me to places that it goes to. Did I mention that I am an ageing soul? I have what you may call an ancient mind, the kind that carries staunch beliefs and overtly mature content.
When I walk, they stare at me wondering how a 20 year old girl's shoulders could stoop. They watch in awe when I tell them of my burdens, how is it that this young girl thinks so responsibly? It is unfortunate that they cannot differentiate between a responsible person and one who is desperate to find solutions.
I grip each day of life as if it were going to be my last. I realize that I haven't much time. This is a temporary destination and not many people my age realise what that means. Why should they? It's not like they have the mind of a grandmother.
Not that I am a grandmother. I may think like one and many have passed unknowing comments my way stating I act like one. But that does not mean I am in reality a grandmother. Even if I were in reality a grandmother I'd surely be one cranky one at that.
That's because I am of a cranky nature. Do you blame me? My mind bursts with thoughts I shouldn't be thinking at 20. It is infested with troubles that shouldn't matter to one so young. Why is it that I cannot think of boys and shopping like other girls? Instead I think of ten chores today and ten others tomorrow. Very appropriate, wouldn't it be, to use the phrase 'I have no life'?
I have no life. I weep each day till the moon rises and sleep with an arthritic back and dream of deathly misfortune. Truth is, my mind may be getting brittle each passing day but my body still has a long way to go.
When I walk, they stare at me wondering how a 20 year old girl's shoulders could stoop. They watch in awe when I tell them of my burdens, how is it that this young girl thinks so responsibly? It is unfortunate that they cannot differentiate between a responsible person and one who is desperate to find solutions.
I grip each day of life as if it were going to be my last. I realize that I haven't much time. This is a temporary destination and not many people my age realise what that means. Why should they? It's not like they have the mind of a grandmother.
Not that I am a grandmother. I may think like one and many have passed unknowing comments my way stating I act like one. But that does not mean I am in reality a grandmother. Even if I were in reality a grandmother I'd surely be one cranky one at that.
That's because I am of a cranky nature. Do you blame me? My mind bursts with thoughts I shouldn't be thinking at 20. It is infested with troubles that shouldn't matter to one so young. Why is it that I cannot think of boys and shopping like other girls? Instead I think of ten chores today and ten others tomorrow. Very appropriate, wouldn't it be, to use the phrase 'I have no life'?
I have no life. I weep each day till the moon rises and sleep with an arthritic back and dream of deathly misfortune. Truth is, my mind may be getting brittle each passing day but my body still has a long way to go.
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