In the early years
of adult freedom,
she wanted to
go, go, go.
Her days began with espresso,
ran on group chats,
and most nights she
went by a club to see a show.
As some years passed,
she settled in a bit
finding love
and
enjoying a little quiet.
Some of her friends never made the transition
and wondered
why they felt stuck in their situation.
(The club scene was old.
Her friends grew tired.
The loves they pursued just wanted to party.)
Work demanded more
and so did her conscience,
so nights at the club gave way
to serving at a women’s shelter.
In these later years of adulthood,
she realized,
if you grow
into yourself
you cannot always be what you
once were.