When we were only kids
And our time couldn't end
And how tall did we stand?
With the world in our hands
I can remember being young. I still hear those thoughts. I remember having no fear about what would come. Caution to the wind and screw the world. Thinking nothing could really stop me. Or break me. How wonderful to believe those things. We were moving to NYC and going to be hookers for just a little while. Just to get on our feet. Or we would stay together forever, have a family and all. Be happy. Or I would keep my promise to a baby in my arms. Like I had power. People had not died or lied or anything.
I have learned that if the universe wants to humble you, it only takes a couple of seconds. The more a person loves, the quicker they drop to their knees. It's the getting up that is the humiliating part. Brushing off the knees, clapping the dirt from your hands. Somebody saw you trip and fall. Bummer.
If you think about it, it's not very smart to trust people. You open up your coat like a flasher, and there is your heart. Why would anyone do that? But the alternative is guarded solitude. Never being known, for better or worse. Actually, I don't think I could know myself without showing someone else. How could you really see it? So, brushing off my knees today, squaring up. I am whatever I am. Powerless and determined not to let that stop me.
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