Particles of Literature

Here I am stuck in the middle,
Can’t decide between women’s and children’s.
Wandering beyond my sweet age of ten,
Robbed of my youth by fatherly men.
Being “womanish” just won’t do -
Finding retreat right out of the blue.
Suddenly entering what must be a friend.
The need to decide is put to an end.
Coming from the lonely place of silence,
Finally having served my penance.
A new friend who’ll help me rejoice,
And stumble around and find my new voice.