I'm not always certain where I am headed.
Days from 40, I've yet to determine a destination
beyond being responsible
for the dispensation of human kindness,
for truthful self-reflection.
I find theology still fraught with difficulties; my culture more so.
Parenthood isn't easy, nor step-parenthood.
My recent trip to the doctor has at least clarified
that I am hormonally balanced,
still fertile, nowhere near menopause.
(Someone might pass this info on to Ex #Nightmare.
I regret to say that I've not found any evidence
to back up his cruel treatment of me,
and marriage to Mr. PNU is a dream
whether we conceive or not.)
And so I keep trying at all the hard realities.