Who holds me now?
Now that I have grown
No more wombs for comfort
No more milk to strengthen me
To age is a lovely, lovely thing.
But to age can be a tragic..
Where time ticks, uncontrollably
As one tries to balance with time
They often loose sight of themselves.
Anxiety, teaches us to trust.
After years of thought, thoughts.
We learn to attract and trust time
or learn to pretend we don’t hear it’s ticks
then time stops.