Big girl dreams

Like the color of my old jeans

all my little girl dreams

are faded, lackluster

Like my worn out running shoes

all my efforts are tired and lifeless

I guess I did not expect

my dreams to become

obsolete

I thought my old dreams

would last me my lifetime

But it is time

to get new jeans

and new shoes

To dream big girl dreams

and tread on new paths

I have learned

that I am not the same I was

yesterday

and will probably be different

tomorrow

so my dreams need to walk with me

this time I am not afraid

that they will fade

I now know

I can begin again

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Elusive Perfection

I wish, I want,

I get.

But nothing seems perfect;

not everything,

not perfect.

I cannot always imagine it.

I imagine bits and pieces,

but somehow,

I do not see the whole image,

and so

maybe,

I get only pieces.     

Or it might have nothing

to do with my imagination.

This is all you get.

Perfection is always,

just 

beyond reach.

I can never decide.

Is it human nature,

is it the reality of life,

or is it me?

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Salt in my Curry

 

spicy and mouthwatering
it's aroma spreading through my kitchen
my curry looked gorgeous
and smelt like heaven
until 
i took a bite

it was just a gob of vegetables
without flavor
and my carefully measured turmeric,
paprika and garam masala
had done nothing for it
because it lacked
salt

self respect is like salt
no matter how gorgeous and
deceptively delicious your life looks
it just doesn't feel 
whole

love, respect, and belief in self
makes everything taste better
and too much or too less of it can 
and will
spoil your curry

my only grievance
 is with all the women in my life

who taught so much about 

curries and masalas

but did not explain to me
that salt alone 
can do the trick
but without it
no other spice will matter
and my curry will feel
flavorless

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