late bloomer
this poem is part of a self-inspiring 40 days of poems to help prime my writing pump. (my version of Julia Cameron’s “morning pages“, but more in line with my psyche than 3 pages of writing whatever falls out of the pen.) this is a topic about which i think (quite a lot), as i often feel quite “behind” when i compare myself to all the “successful” women out there. considering that i’m “just a late bloomer” is a solace to me in those moments, allowing self-love to re-bloom. i hope you enjoy it.
sometimes i feel so
far behind myself, the old
proverbial eight
ball of life, so much
backlog of thought and word and
deed, it will take the
rest of this little
life to catch up with it all.
i can only hope
and remember, with
some sense of solace in the
prospect of always
feeling a little
like the last horse to limp past
the finish line, that
i was born a late
bloomer, and that many times,
the really good things,
the ones which may just
leave a legacy of care,
are worth a long wait.
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