We’ll Walk This Line Together

In twenty-three days, I will be twenty-seven.
I am reaching a point in my life that everything should be under control.
I never imagined growing old. I imagined a life with children and a husband.
But, I did not imagine the on set of worries that came along with this life.
The times that I became lost in the pilling bills, colds, and intoxicating desire
to be needed. The dishes overflowed, the dust settled, and clothing scattered. The missed
phone calls and un-responded texts. Opening the fridge and the milk is almost emptied, the pantry
calls out for supplies. The annoying list of needs grows longer.



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