I have reached that stage of life that has put ‘men-on-pause’.
I’m directing my focus to a meaningful cause
like the world’s liberation or the animal’s plight,
or spreading Truth with the words that I write.
I am lacking a strong desire to focus on men;
that has already been tried, again and again.
It has left me somewhat unfulfilled, after all,
so I seek new ways of heeding evolution’s call.
Feeling in my core, my life can not be a waste.
I’m searching for my soul, but it seems to be misplaced.
If I could put my half century on rewind,
I would make my soul much easier to find.
My worth is beyond whether I’m with a man.
Do I improve the world whenever I can?
Has adding years given me a clearer sight?
Do I, with my magic, turn wrong into right?
‘Who I was’ has fallen away as I walked through
the doorway to a radically new point of view.
Menopause has come along and set this thought free:
The time has come to know the most soulful part of me.