Dealing with another birthday!
As I finish celebrating yet another birthday,
I look back at the 31 years that have been my life span.
I feel older than I look (hopefully you’ll agree)!
I wonder why one must cheer with friends
on each birthday that passes by?
Is it not bad enough that a permanent
reminder of your mortality exists?
Is it not enough that with each birthday
you are reminded that one day you shall die?
For me birthday’s are not as cheerful as they once were.
No games, no friends of mine near me.
Yes people come, wish me,bring me gifts
they are my husband’s colleagues.
They do it because it is expected.
My friends are scattered in far off places
where their husbands have taken them.
I truly am alone.
With my small nuclear family to look after.
There are no extended family near me
nor my parents or siblings.
I am alone with myself.
With my own expectations of life
with unfullfilled wishes
with a husband and son who love me
who need me, but can’t give me
what I crave for.
What do I crave for?
Something beyond my reach
even beyond my comprehension
in my waking conscious mind.
Live goes on, luv life and
welcome to the thirties.
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