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Middle Life Girls Plays

By Beatrice Pittoco By Maggie Ramos

Sometimes I stand in the middle of life. Watching the In an instant I was lost.
people rushing on by. I thought it would be like a game
of girls and then I would laugh at it
They move so quickly to and fro, and I wonder where it is, Like a cute dresser doll I joined
they’re about to go. Childish proposal, it was what I accepted from you.
We play like teenage girls
I look at the faces, and don’t comprehend. Each one of with toys that we shouldn’t have.
them has a beginning, and each one has an end. The same toys that are now absent.
We leave out the outside world to enter our world of
Each life is unique, yet ordinarily the same. And I try to toys from within
adjust to this very strange game. We played, with their long, silky hair.
We frequently dress and undress them in simple, casual
Maybe I am a part of something bigger than me. Like and dress clothes for gallant parties, dressed in
words in a book, in a library. nudity. Each change of fabric was a party to choose
their precious outfits.
Each word holds no meaning but together they speak. Our childhoods were left behind.. The girls grew up,
And by reading we see, that it isn’t so bleak. the outfits were packed and we attended different
parties.
There’s a subtlety to this life, that’s hard to ignore. Love is We went from dance to dance on many occasions.
the answer we refuse to explore. We danced and enjoyed to the rhythm that the songs
would beat for us.
And all that I want, almost desperately, is for someone to
want me indefinitely. Many times we danced and enjoyed a new dawn. We
were reborn with each sunrise
I have lived like the rest, rushing to and fro. In my own like girls who enjoyed their new rebirth.
head, in my own mind, always on the go. Girl games, with absent toys. The toys were downloaded
from the archives of our imagination.
But truth is, I was running, looking for an escape. Trying to Our girl games were our own invention.
fill the void of emptiness with a different landscape. We set the rules and the rules were the agreement.
Now as a distant memory I run through the memories
But I know now the truth, that is in my heart. I was the of those toys that were never really mine.
happiest when I loved, from the very start.

I was fulfilled when I wasn’t just thinking of me. I was
happy to be with someone, living vivaciously.

But sometimes, things just don’t seem to work out. And
you are filled with sadness, and so much self doubt.

That you find yourself standing in the middle of life.
Hoping to understand it, all, in due time