With Age Comes...

With age comes wisdom, they say With ages comes knowledge, experience, clarity With ages comes... With age comes repeated visits to the past. Open my eyes, find myself staring at that mirror A young woman I recognize sitting at the desk Head down, sobbing like she's lost the world I want to take her in my arms, tell her 'Everything will be okay, you won't feel like this forever You'll get better, you'll see.' I want to yank her off that rocking chair, Slap her, shake her by the shoulders Tell her to wake up from the fucking fantasy That she's still desperately clinging to Even though it's all been yanked away The moment he left her The moment she was released from her prison Lines shift, colors blur Font on the computer screen, apologies Rekindling of something Rekindling of nothing Each grabs my arms, pull me in different directions With ages comes realization, and I I am no longer that girl crying on my desk I am the one wanting to slap her I am the one standing tall Casting those two men out of my life And not feeling guilty for something That I have should known all along