Reaching mid-life,

Still trying to find my way.

Who am I?

What am I supposed to be?

Shouldn’t I know by now?

This is absurd!

So many hobbies,

So many ventures started but left unfinished,

It doesn’t matter what they are,

They all have ended the same,

Lost interest or realized I wasn’t any good.

In a pile of ruin,

I have left hopes and dreams,

All in the name of being responsible,

Always true to others but not to myself.

Finally I’m in unfolding,

I am growing and maturing,

Making time for myself,

Taking time for my muse,

Joyfully immersed if only for an hour at a time.

Balancing the ephemeral,

Food, clothing and shelter,

With the nourishment of creativity.

Making my self whole,

On word at a time.