Stuck in park (poem)

I wounded my own pride

Last Friday

Keep hoping to find a man

Who’s available

Who’s forthright

A gentleman who’s willing

To take a chance

On a plain and kind woman like me

I had hit a wall a few years before

And had taken for granted

I wouldn’t feel sexual again

I had made peace with that

It’s exhausting how many boys

Want to just jangle my keys at bit
Rev my engine, 
and shift back into park

Yet, here I am again

My engine’s been revved

In a theatre of the mind

My wheels are seized up

Will I ever be allowed to drive?

I need to be open

Yet guarded with my heart

There’s so much to be

In this life

Within all the beauty and pain,

I’m at peace with being on my own

-written Sept. 30, 2019