Young Enough

Young and unbothered, with time

not young enough, to be oblivious to it

but young enough.

The sun rises even on a cloudy day

as if to say, What will be will be. 

Our permanent accountable-a-buddy,

reminding me,  

I have not yet done all that I will do. 

And like the sun, each day

I must rise too. 

 

Young enough to be bothered

by the betrayers and naysayers,

the ex-lovers and friends,

the corruption and hedonistic whims.

Young enough to still mourn

the loss of them. 

They say every rose has its thorn,

that every life sees its fair share of storms, 

that grief is a badge,

an honor of having once had, 

but like any good farmer knows,

nothing grows once the soil's gone bad.   

 

Still young enough to have hope,

this paranoia will not stay until the end.

The bitterness and resentment

dissolved in  

faith and forgiveness--

water under new bridges, 

pH in balance. 

Old enough to know that

what's meant for me is still waiting.

That joy will be found again.

Hidden in time,

like treasure chests

found in the sand.

  

Young enough to enjoy skipping pebbles

across the undisturbed surface of a lake,

to jump in, to excitement unhesitant.

Young enough to think twice, and

still believe in the best possible outcomes.

Not jaded or envious.

Old enough to know

we are all deserving of it.

With patience, 

while trudging through the mud, 

playing in puddles is still fun. 

 

I am young enough to dance in the rain,

getting soaked to the bone

improvising 

on my long walk home, and 

I am old enough to understand the value of it. 

To sing with the birds, 

mistaking their chatter and chirps

unashamedly, comfortable, 

knowing they also don't understand me. 

In time, the ground will warm enough, 

for my seed to take up root. 

In time, the soil damp enough, 

for my tightly clutched heart to unfurl. 

In time, there will be enough sun, 

for my dreams to bloom.