I stared off with a list, two columns wide
with bullet pointed letters and dots on all my ‘i’s
The first five were easy, I had written them first
But six and on were obstacles that challenged my thirst.
And while I got on through, checks along the side
there was one bullet point that caught my eye
Number 10 pushed the limits of everything I had tried
it would be the deciding point of my new adult life.
I wondered if it would be difficult to choose the right path
I had only known specific love and care, I counted on it, I’d done the math.
So I check off success, slowly, with care to minute detail
thinking quickly and jagged like a summertime freetail.
I was far more than young, I was little when I wrote my list.
The ink was dry and grey and the paper crinkled at the tip.
Simply by confirming with the first completed task,
I had proven that I was more than some girl’s past.
I was a future, still not begun, ready to compete
with all the proposed interference waiting and scheming just for me.
But aside from present pasts, and a mind that wandered to “what-if’s”
I had grown up past the humor of tips, lies and tricks.
This was a new gal, eyes on the prize, mind made up, dreams in her eyes…
far to say, I am on number six only four more while I stay.