Wednesday, August 29, 2012


i feigned
caring too little
when i cared too
much; i feared breaking
down in sobs
when the world was
simply too very

much. older
now i find myself
pretending to care;
and though crying

might be appropriate
i find few tears left
there; it’s as if
as i grew
into the world i tried
to uncover what
it was about, and now

i find myself
detaching from this
question: alas, with wonder
intact, i am beginning
to grow out.


julie clark said...

This one really speaks to me.
Thank you.

Margaret Waage said...

Seems age makes for caring less about frivolous stuff that seemed important before. I used to think I lost my patience but in fact I found truth instead.