The time will come
when you look in the mirror,
looking for the child,
the youth,
the young woman who is
the seeker of the truth of it,
whatever ‘it’ is,
the mature woman,
who knows that truth is
what you see,
what you hear,
what your heart knows
that no one else can.
That time will show you
that the road to becoming
has not been easy,
or maybe it’s been too easy.
Each time has been filled
with choices you made or
were made for you,
gusts of unasked for winds.
You bent but were not broken
You lived to know that
it has always been your time.
“Time is the school in which we learn.”
~ Joan Didion, author
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