I listened, wide eyed.
I set out strong, I hit my stride.
The world told me - you can have it all.
Just hold your head high, stand tall.
Then came the choices, the different paths to take.
Were these decisions I had to make?
Still I remembered, still heard those voices.
But no one told me there would be choices.
Doors closed, sacrifices made.
What was I missing? Those voices started to fade.
Still I moved forward, still I tried.
But I began to think, perhaps they lied.
Not feeling so tall, I remain wide eyed.
I’ve laughed, I’ve cursed, and I’ve cried.
Paths were chosen, I lost that fight.
But I’m starting to think, maybe that’s alright.
Concise, clever and poignant. Few women have not had moments they questioned the choices and decisions they have made -- especially while changing endless diapers and watching a toddler tip a bowl of cereal over his head. But I particularly liked the last line. It is okay.