The Teen Stifled

Hard to imagine that this woman
in her middle age term of life
was ever a lithe-limbed teen
observing the world and her 
future with a spark in her psyche.
That spark long since outlived
as she perambulates her awkward
gait from left to right, slowly
advancing her body ponderous
with the weight of the years. The
teen advanced time to become a
grossly proportioned parody of
her dreams. Finding escape from
the corporeal reality of excess
and stagnation of movement in
the freedom given her behind the
wheel of her SUV, a mechanically
nimble alternate in her self-imposed
bondage to stifling permanent
incapacity; surely the spirit of
the teen looks on with melancholy.