El inicio de una canción… Una balada? Country? Blues? Palabras que salieron en un caluroso día de agosto.

The start of a song. A balad? Country? Blues? Words that emerged on a hot day in August.

“No longer a girl”

I was 27 yesterday
but my body tells me otherwise
my face shows the years that I carry
Gentle skin creases
like the bedsheets I’m in
my reflection no longer a girl

I carried sorrow
i lived to tell tales
i have brought life into this world
I laughed till I cried and now I got lines
telling me I’m no longer a girl

I am no longer a girl
I’m a woman
Another year is just creeping by
i think i have time but I don’t
have much left
clutching on to my youth like it’s gold

I am nearly the age
that my mother was when
I organised her big surprise party
I remember the guests and the gifts and her face
when the music played on all night long

In the blink of an eye
my children are grown
of an age that I still freshly recall
a whole life ahead
a year felt so long
I thought it was all never-ending

i look in the mirror
a girl smiling back
why did I keep her so small
so much time has been wasted
on worries and fear
While the only harsh critic was me

I am no longer a girl
I’m a woman
Another year is just creeping by
We think we have time but we don’t
have much left
clutching on to our youth like it’s gold

I tell myself lies
put beliefs in my head
but they are nothing but noise
we leave as we come
there’s no right or wrong
time’s ticking on
another line in my face
tells the story

❤️