It’s my birthday.
I’m at the the liminal stage between childhood and adulthood.
It feels like a real gut punch.
I have to face it that my youth is over.
I can’t feel sorry for myself, I can’t lament this transition.
I have to craft a wise plan.
One that will capitalize on my new found maturity.
(Exactly 57 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “liminal” in exactly 57 words. Also written for these daily prompts: Daily Addictions (birthday), Ragtag Daily Prompt (punch), Fandango’s One-World Challenge (youth), Word of the Day Challenge (lament), Your Daily Word Prompt (craft), and The Daily Spur (capital). For the record, it’s not my birthday and I transitioned from childhood to adulthood decades ago.