Childhood Dreams

Crashing waves

a beach of sand

tranquility at its best.

Bringing back childhood memories,

of times when dreams

could still be realized.

Aching with pain to know

I abandoned myself along the way,

clawing back the tempest

parting the bleak curtain

To once again be me.

Create and go forth

Let your dreams fly

Let not society tell you no

Only ask why?

Soaring on wings buffeted by currents

beauty seen

No longer denied

For childhood dreams reclaimed.

Jay-lyn Doerksen

Feb 27/16

Naked

I stand, naked before the mirror, looking at my flaws;

a thickening waist, breasts that are beginning to sag,

a small belly from carrying my son…

I am aging.

When I was 12, 18 seemed so far away

when I was 18, 25 was a century away

When I was 27,  I cried my first set of tears

because now I knew what it meant to be aging.

At 30 I learned that the turbulent emotions I have felt for years

the anger and rage that I spewed on my family

Was due to undiagnosed depression;

the fact I needed to sedate and obliviate

was something I figured was due.

At 35 I discovered I was pregnant and spent my time in fear

for previously I had lost my daughter,

and how could I go through that again?

My child was born a tribute to his father;

identical in looks I would say

But as he grew and aged the truth became apparent,

after his mother does he take.

Now I am 44 and before the mirror I do stand;

I see my flaws, my double chins, the crow’s feet around my eyes

but I have a better understanding, I am more free

from the child I was, the child I crave to be;

Peter Pan rides my dreams, for Neverland is true.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

March 15/17