Waiting in the shadows,
standing in
the penumbra:
the outer edge,
of shadows
life so readily provided.
Wired from the beginning
to accommodate others
before herself.
The crooked path
to her own dreams,
littered with
deferments
and
annulments.
The kids are grown
They are less interested
in her than she
imagined.
She picks up her
heart and
steps
into the
sun..
amy pleasant
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