You think you know me.
You think you know who
and what I am.
You know
exactly
nothing.
I am the little girl,
chasing rainbows
and butterflies.
I am the cheerleader
who never made it
past tryouts.
The student, trying
to learn who I am.
I am the childless
mother, the dreamer
and lover, the dancer,
the poet, the artist
and the philosopher.
I am the old woman,
facing mortality
and fearing it.
I am everything that
you wish you could be,
and everything that
you're glad you're not.
