Another poem about growing pains.

All your friends have gone and left you, sitting on your front stoop. Tim met Jenny and he realized they shared the same broken dreams. He seems to know all her tragedies.  Jenny starts to feel as if she can not breathe.  It was as if someone over stepped their boundries. Whiskey and porch swings are never what they seem.  Julie steps out to take a breath of fresh air. Tim tells Jenny that she wasn’t suppose to be there. Going, going gone. Neither one can sleep  the day before Thanksgiving.  Jenny wakes up alone the next day with a heavy thought. She’s not sure if she should be upset or not. She wants nothing more than to have a little faith in humanity. But its been going, going, gone. Karen tells Jenny that people can be disappointing. Jenny tells her she’s not angry.

Later that day she tries to cut her hair shoulder length but then she waits a moment and starts to think.

How she would give to feel anything. Calculations, charts and graphs always seem to be so accurate and she wishes she was a little better at math. She decides to go out and boost her self-esteem but realizes that’s not what she needs. She knows we can change our partners in this progressive dance but feels she should still take the chance of keeping Tim at arms length.

 

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