Whole life crisis

I walked a thousand miles
to prove that I was able
I did it to help others
but mainly to avoid the label
of middle-aged dull woman
too beige and comfortable.


I brought myself a T-shirt
that’s a tad in your face
Celebrating women
you can’t describe as chaste
Just levelling the field
I think it’s fucking ace.


I went and got my haircut
It’s funky and distinct
styled for people in their twenties
with piercings and some ink
Maybe not so much for those
aged upwards of forty-six



I wrote a tetchy poem
I do from time to time
Instead of venting at others
I let it out through rhyme
A therapeutic thing
I like to do in my free time.


I wasted hours doing
Not necessarily enjoying
Filling up small hours
With inanities and toying
With big ideas but never quite committing
And I should
Because waiting til I’m ready
Will not do me any good