Past halfway,
but not quite there yet—
I am twenty-seven years
into a life I’ve yet to get.
Time and freedom
are on my side, they say.
The promise of youth
should be enough
to push me on my way.
I feel settled in,
but not quite decided.
I’ve left my heart on the open—
should I take it back and hide it?
On this twenty-seventh day
on my twenty-seventh year,
I am crippled, paralyzed
by anxiety and fear.
They tell me there is a reason,
I am told there is a cause—
that’s one I better find before
all hope is lost.
In twenty-seven years I’ve had
nothing but love and care.
In twenty-seven years more,
will it still be there?
