Can't think of one!

Close my eyes and what do I see?
The little girl that is me.
Acting out an adult role,
yet taking little responsibility or control.
Longing to grow up,
to become the woman I need to be.
Yet overpowered by the child in me.
A rebel, who rarely does as shes told.
trying to cheat the cards that she holds.
A rubbish player who's learnt how to bluff.
prolonging the game of which I've had enough.
So would laying my cards on the table put an end to it all?
Will it help me to grow or help me to fall?
Am I even aware of the cards that I hold?
I've held them so long their meanings got old.
Never looked at but never put down.
Only played when the past is invited back round.
The past that is the child in me.
Where with no responsibility I kid myself I'm free.
Free to do what?
remains to be seen.
I'm guessing I hold the jokers,
rather than aces, kings or queens.

by kayla
posted on 05/16/2008