Free Verse Chronicles: Soulful Writings.

30

I heard at thirty, life's supposed to be gold,
At the peak of your career, love story unfolds,
Planning kids, a dog, a house painted bold,
But let's face it, clichés we've all been told.
I blew out my candles on New Year's Eve,
One of those annoying late December eves,
So what? Yeah, I'm one of those who grieve,
But turning twenty-nine, it's hard to believe.

Wait, what's my age again?
Caught between two worlds, lost in the end,
Reflections of my past, my present to amend,
I'm searching for the path, time to transcend.

Back in 2010, when I was turning twenty,
Just got my diploma, my dreams aplenty,
Accepted to a luxe marketing institute, plenty,
But no million dollars, dreams shattered gently.
I broke up with a love, a three-year spree,
New romance blossomed, I thought I was free,
Dreams in my heart, a world I couldn't foresee,
Lost in my student apartment, the world's sea.

Wait, what's my age again?
Caught between two worlds, lost in the end,
Reflections of my past, my present to amend,
I'm searching for the path, time to transcend.

In my mind, questions start to swirl,
What have I done since I was a girl?
The answers hurt, make my head twirl,
But life's not always the preplanned pearl.

In my mind, I keep asking myself why,
What have I done in this life's endless sky?
Had highs, had lows, like you and I,
Shared personal stories, but let's not pry.
I asked, "What have I really achieved?"
In this mirror, the truth was conceived,
I've changed, grown, maybe deceived,
But isn't this life's twist we all received?

Wait, what's my age again?
Caught between two worlds, lost in the end,
Reflections of my past, my present to amend,
I'm searching for the path, time to transcend.

I'm not one to wallow, complain, and cry,
So after that week of feeling half alive,
I slapped myself awake,
oh my oh my,
When life's not as planned, it's time to fly high.
I got up, took a hot shower to heal,
Pampered myself, let my emotions repeal,
Favorite clothes on, I could finally feel,
Like a woman again, the world's appeal.

Wait, what's my age again?
Caught between two worlds, lost in the end,
Reflections of my past, my present to amend,
I'm searching for the path, time to transcend.

In the end, it's not about where I stand,
But having no regrets, that's the real brand,
I'll strive for my dreams, give life a hand,
No matter the age, it's time to expand.