She was the girl who knew too much
Old before her time
As she aged her knowledge decreased
She found she knew less and less
She reached a point where being becalmed
Was her default position.
Life had a sameness to it
She settled into its predictability
Safe in knowing from one day to the next
That it was the same old same old.
Once she had been sexual, explorative and alive
But age brought stability, monotony and numbness.
Feelings long gone, hope a wishful thought
Acceptance of the repetition of life
Awaiting her days end, sleep, repeat.
She was marooned in sea of tranquillity
It was peaceful and without stress
But empty and so alone.
She knew if she waited the end would come
It was as the way of the world.
Then a breeze blew in.
A freshness she didn’t expect
She felt the chills of the new
Felt the stirrings within her
Feared and yet celebrated a return of feeling.
She felt herself once more afloat
There was a direction she didn’t understand
But one she wanted and her bits desired.
Awakened she looked forward,
There was a sense of hope that her body
Once thought to be dead was now alive
Urging to her to embrace what was once lost.