As a girl I looked about
and saw a path spread
before me like a ribbon
...ready to unfurl
from high school to
college to marriage
to surburbia a large
box to be filled with the
spoils of some sort of
professional work
the ribboned years slipping
quickly through aging fingers
and so instead I stayed
on an island that breathed my soul
until the ribbon pulled and choked me back
for a time but never able to hold me fast
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