my life is
a paradox–
a passionate
tango
of
already
and
not yet

I have lived
so many lives
this young body
holds captive
an old
yet
playful soul

I have come
so far
from where I began
and yet
still have
so far to go

I have swept
up the shattered
remnants of my
broken heart
and yet
have still
to drink
the sweet nectar
of love’s true bloom

I have conceived
of a dream
and it is alive
and kickin’
on the womb of my soul
and yet
it is not ready
for birth

I have learned
much about the
ways of the
world
and of the
heart
and yet
I still have
so much to behold

so I am this
woman
this
already
not yet
me