I was recently asked

“How can you share such personal experiences?”

It does not feel so personal to me

It is the same life happening to everyone

An endless game of musical chairs

I just happened to share my seat

This life does not feel like mine

I am on borrowed time, in a borrowed body

Similar to renting a car, maybe a bicycle

Not mine, but the choice has been made

I will take it for a spin

Mainly, I am not living my life

It is living in me

At least the wind constantly feels fresh

I have lived several lives already

A dozen versions of me

I am still collecting chapters

Writing until the pages bleed

Just no need to redact

Sexual desires, tender or daring

Healthy aspects of intimacy, I see no harm

Aging is a privilege

One I am learning to appreciate

Every wrinkle, every scar even every gray hair

They have earned their place in herstory

I am always scared, absolutely

But my life has made it clear

I shall keep walking

Finding new paths

The stubbornest of explorers

Because the journey is not over

It is just starting again

And again…