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It was the 23rd of September, and it was my birthday. I was happy, and at the same time I felt somehow - I felt old (yeah, rub it in Kafo!). I felt like I had passed a threshold and I could not go back. Hmm..let me try and talk like Kafo:

On the 23rd of September.....It was the 23rd year......of my existence, on earth.

On the 23rd of September.....I felt aged.......I felt old.....Not older, just OLD.

On the 23rd of September.....I felt like I had crossed into.......another threshold.

I felt like I had been walking through a I had been searching for something.......a path, a key, a stronghold.

To keep me safe.....a destination, a sense of belonging, a haven of love.......a feeling of fulfillment, the safety of a commitment.

On the 23rd of September.....I searched myself, within my soul.......trying to find out if I had achieved my goals.

I scanned my memory, my ascertain the fact that I was be sure I had reached the end and if not, to see if I was near.

What I found disappointed me.....I had not neared the end......It was just the beginning.

My life as I knew it had ended.....the sweet sixteen period....... was no more extended.

I have become an adult.....along with this fact came the reality.......of the enormity.
Of the responsibility.....that being a grown woman carries.......The varied spheres in which.

I had to sit still and make decisions.....began to haunt the mermaids that led sailors to their death, to taunt me.
No longer could I hide finger as I have done since I turned two and twenty.......I had issues to deal with - I tell you, plenty.
As I began to breath amidst all the troubles.......a ray of hope pierced the fog.
I heard a voice break into my inner turmoil, saying.....LET US PRAY.


Kafo said…

Daydah said…
@kafo: thanks for the compliment!
disgodkidd said…
i was hoping to hear from you already.

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