Not bad for a fat girl

A Poem

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Pebbles of Doubt

I’m walking a path that feels familiar

Yet it looks different from any I’ve followed before

The sunlight is the same

And so are the trees

The birdsong is familiar

And so is the scent in the air

Pine and mud and freshness

Wonder and wanting and impatience

I move forward

Knowing the path will guide me

My feet feel sure

But my eyes question

Have I been here before?

Is this the right path?

Where will it take me?

I throw those questions aside

Pebbles on the earth

Left in my wake

And I charge ahead

Unwilling to consider

That my doubts might lead to truth

Author: BulgingButtons

I'm a middle aged woman doing the things that middle aged women do and trying not to beat myself up. I'm living the life I choose with the man I love, the grown up son who impresses me all the time, and the most adorable pup ever rescued from the euthanasia list. We live in the heat of the Southwest, where I regularly sweat through my Lane Bryant bras.

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