A map

Inspired by , who got his from a prompt.

Eighteen is a door
I was happy to walk through.
Nineteen was the map I was just
starting to be able to read.
Twenty was the door that slammed
behind me, leaving me to grieve.
Twenty-one, twenty-two, and all the rest
skipped along with some drama
and a lot of moshpits.
Twenty-five hit me like a brick
and I had to run off to London,
came back and fell in love
later that year. The other twenties
fell into place quieter than the
earlier twenties did,
and thirty crept in so slowly
it took me by surprise
to see it standing there –
how did I get here?

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~ by realsupergirl on January 10, 2006.

3 Responses to “A map”

  1. oooooh. nice.

    i wish mine had been that quiet.

  2. Thanks.

    I just went to the original prompt – huh. I like that idea. Too bad I didn’t read it FIRST, huh? Oh well – perhaps another poem.

  3. hey, a good poem is a good poem. take em however they come. 🙂

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