All Dressed Up
Alone in my room, I sit
not sad, just alone
all dressed up and no place to go.
It is the joy of being able to be
Who I really am
without fear, without worrying about others
for this time, I am who I am
and can enjoy it as such.
Precious is this time, a cherished memory
to tuck away when I need it,
I can take it out, examine it, smile at it
like an old photograph. This memory is
special, and though there will be other times,
there won't ever be a quiet, reflective, and special
time just like this one to simply be who I am, without worry.
It is good, this time to myself, to be able to express
the woman I am
without prying eyes. I smile at the thought,
and return to my special time.
MJS 8/29/05
