One month left before my 20s depart,
My body’s grown older, but I’m still young at heart.
I believed that 30 was forever away,
Yet here I am, facing it today.
As a kid, the hours would lazily crawl,
Yet a decade just passed in no time at all.

A month more of my 20s – is that just enough?
A decade of memories, both tender and tough.
I let go of baggage I didn’t think I could bear,
A past marriage behind me, new love’s in the air.

I still wrestle with doubts and I still hate my body,
I pour time and money into culinary and gardening hobbies.
Though these pursuits at my age aren’t unusual to see,
I may be leaving my 20s, but still feel like me.

I wonder how the days blend into another,
How has it been 8 years since I moved away from my mother?
Somehow, school and uni seemed to last for ages,
But life’s second act has rushed through its pages.

Sometimes I acted without thinking,
Let friendships fade, lost in time’s quick winking.
Burned bridges behind me, decisions unwise,
Now I look back with more open eyes.
But recent years and therapy have given me sight,
A new outlook on life, emerging from night.

Just one month remains in my twenties’ embrace,
How swiftly it passes, this wild, endless rat-race.
Though time is a gift, it leaves a trace of rue,
As a child, every summer felt entirely new.
Believed I’d be young with stories untold,
Now here I stand, at the edge of the old.