55 is staring me down.
I cried.
I feel as though, I have failed her.
I don’t have much, in my mind, to present to her.
Ah, 55, I thought I would have sooooooooooooooooooo much more, to my life, than I have now.
Yes, I have helped a whole heapin’ lotsa folk. Yea, I have encouraged, the whole damned world. Yeppers, I have raised a bajillion real and claimed, nieces, nephews and cousins.
Yes, I have leaped tall buildings, in single bounds. To help others, achieve their dreams.
What of MINE, 55?
What of…me?!
Ah, I’m afraid, 55, of lifting my head. I’m afraid, 55, of looking. Looking into the eyes of God, of Life, of The Universe. I have done my best. Yet, look at these meager offerings!
I’m annoyed, 55. With, myself. With, my feels. I want to tell myself to stop whining.
Suck it up, Cassandra!
You have what you have!
*sigh*
I have run out of fruit snacks.
It feels as though I have run, out of time.
Have I, 55?
Is there time, for me to be victorious, still?
Today, 55, I cried.
Today, I cry out.
Who shall answer, I wonder?
wondering,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Ask me why, but I feel as I did when mom passed away. NO earthly idea why. I’m…*shrug*.
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 