living on edge
inhabiting extremes
gave me perspective
I lusted for life
tasted thunder
burnt my lips
numbed my tongue
with chilled bites
of luscious ice cream
moderation slipped
from greying hair
to expanding girth
unwanted, unwelcome
entering unannounced
in bylanes of life
Unwelcome
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you loved
you grew
you knew
you became
mum numb
a mom
and now
my pen pal.
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“tasted thunder/ burnt my lips” – love your imagery here, Reena. “Moderation slipped from greying hair” – yes! Do you think it is that we become more moderate, or that our “extremes” are less remarkable with age?
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I will go with the second option 😀
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