another poem with no title at all…


I am on the threshold

at the edge, the precipice

the turning point

the ‘yes’ or ‘no’

affirmative; negative

reality – bites – me

I am at the peak of my being

everything I love sums up to one word


I have a selfish streak

For once in my life

reflecting what this woman feels

what she wants

what she needs where she goes

who she sees

what she wears

what she eats

I dance with the new me

Sway to the beat

Knowing I will feel better for this

© November 2002


…definitely wrote a lot of poems in November 2002(!)…(maybe, that was a turning point in my life (?)…)