By this time, this age, I feel like a withering 45-year old woman. Only half-alive, with drives that plunge then emerge all of a sudden from a dark, sullen place that no man would like to know, or wouldn’t be interested at all. And see that I am only 21, at this age I should feel 21 and nothing less or more.
About the Author
Gretchen Filart
Gretchen Filart is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize-nominated poet and essayist from the Philippines. Her confessional pieces draw from love, motherhood, healing, nature, and intersections and have received distinction from phoebe’s Spring Poetry Contest and Navigator’s Travel Writing Competition. Connect with her on Twitter, Instagram, and Tiktok @gretchenfilart. She is usually friendly.
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