Is It The Right Time?
a little girl I was,
waiting all along for my time to be the grown-up,
to enjoy, the lusts and lures of the world,
all by myself.
to let go of my intimidations,
and get in touch with my passions.
the wait stayed long,
beside me as a protective warrior.
time took its own time,
never finding a way to reach me.
I stood where I was
a little girl, I’m no more,
but my wait for my own time,
turned into a never-ending…