See me, hear me, I am fifty.

the world may see dried-up and irrelevant —
they may not even see me at all —
LOOK!  i’ve re-blossomed with beautiful new petals —
strength, focus, perspective, poetry, silver wisdom —
i am roaring out all that i have held in,
taken on, and put up with — for all my life —
i roar for myself and for all women
i roar at the top of my lungs with all my midlife rage —
LISTEN!  no longer can i do it all nor do i want to —
i may be getting old, but also i am brand new —

—Terri Guillemets