I have been alone all my life.
But have never felt lonely till now.
I feel fear of what I do not know?
The air is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
I am supposed to be strong.
A leader.
I know what I have been groomed to be.
But after this long.
I cannot help but to wonder what is to become of me.
I am not the youth I once was. I am the woman you see.
In a job position made for the young.
Where youth is all one expects to see.
To be thought of as old when I feel so young.
Hurts like being stung.
I cannot change what I feel is to come.
But the fear I feel makes me want to run.
To where I do not know.
It is sad when you reach the end.
And nowhere to go.