I’ve drifted so far
don’t want to return.
School is …
but an annoyance
in the back of my mind.
Life
Living and being real.
Is the necessity now.
School keeps kids occupied.
I’m no longer
playing childish games.
A job will keep me grounded.
If only my body
was still in shape …
Professional dancing—shattered
in the forced move north.
Was never meant to be.
Perhaps I wasn’t
that good anyway.
Now,
it’s part of my life
I need to bury.
Leave behind
like I left Toowoomba
like I first left Sydney.
Sydney, I love.
I have returned.
YOU ARE READING
Stephanie ~ the poems
PoetryShe wanted to be known as the person she was and not who she had become. Until she was okay with who she had become. Then she wanted to be known as who she was and not who she had been. ~ These poems are inspired by the soon to be released novel Ste...
