I caught sight of an old friend today.
She’s young: a lot younger than me,
and so full of fire,
it blazes obstacles out of her way.
She’s not scared of
failing or getting hurt again.
She tumbles into love and
back out –
more often than the world thinks proper.
She wishes the world understood.
She’ll talk to anyone about anything,
though, while she listens,
she shrugs at the warnings,
to her they look like signposts to the ordinary.
And she believes the other options will be waiting for her
on the dock as she sets sail again.