The next step may be a doozy

I missed my chance
at frolicking in the meadow
as a young girl
because I was too melancholy.
I missed a step into the sleek city
with its sparkle and grunge speaking to me
because I was trying to hold on
to something real.
I missed living adventurously
because I was tired of trying
so hard to find a place
where I belonged – so I made one.
I miss the point of a lot of stories
including my own
because I get caught up in details
so the next step may be a doozy.


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