Tattoos, Travels, and Tidbits

I wish on a candle’s flame

bring me back the unbashful girl I was

Who wrote a sonnet and stood on a chair and announced I am an artist

now I wake and sleep and wake and sleep

All by a rhythm I do not own

My life shutters at its lack of claim

now half girl half nothing

I am something new but somewhat calloused over

there’s no path to her

Now I’m here without a womanhood to cling to

Or a curtain to cover my face

trying to get away

But isn’t that the problem these days