Providence

Here I stand, so close to young
yet years away from when it all began

no matter how I change
these little-girl-untamed-eyes won't close

and all my reflecting
fails to enlighten me

I'm unable to continue
without resolving where I've come from

but how many times can I go back
before I'm swallowed by my past

do I have to take this
right back to the womb

sorry Mom, I should have called
I know you weren't expecting to be expecting me again