Transformation

My life is different, now.

It revolves around car repairs and bills

instead of chases and thrills.

I write, instead of poems, lists.

Life is planned now.

It doesnt just happen.

Sometimes I miss my freedom.

I was so sure of my identity, then.

Even if it was mostly a fantasy

of my own making.

Now, it's too rooted in reality.

Mirrored reflections grow unkind.

Yet, I am not blind to the past.

I remember pathos, loneliness, yearning.

Looking for a place to be me,

a woman to share with,

a life of fulfillment.

This I don't miss.

For I have that, now.

No longer lonely, I'm loved.

No longer empty, fulfilled.

No longer Knight Errant,

I am...

Lord of the Manor?

Mutual Paradox© Cammie S. Sinor, 2014