Tag: aging

my reflection

my reflection is a liar

it conspires

with my years

it tortures like an enemy

for what i see

brings tears

the sagging skin

the lips so thin

the lines around my eyes

the greying hair

the glow not there

does not reflect inside

for if it did you’d see me there

more beautiful than ever

more confident

much more content

and really rather clever

but the mirror likes to taunt me

likes to haunt me

with this figure

growing wider

cannot hide her

menopause the ugly trigger

yet I wouldn’t trade a single thing

and wish the clock reversed

i do not long for days of youth

for that would be perverse

each year has made me stronger

made me bolder

made me me

I would not give a wrinkle back

unsettling as it seems

my reflection is an honest friend

whose truth is often heavy

yet this weight i can bear

for the me right here

when not my own worst enemy

Float

Let me float

in the warmth

and the dark

and the quiet.

Let my weariness subside.

Let me float

away the aches

away the worry

away the want.

Let weightless be my guide.

Let me sink

in the drink

of nothing to do but float.

Let me breathe

long and deep

gotta hold that strong, clear note.

Just keep still

feel the pain

release its grip

on aging limbs.

Fill my chest

with long, slow breaths

letting go and letting in.

Watch the sun

begin to rise

casting red upon the skies.

And as the red seeps into orange

find peace and calm

in the water’s warmth.

From orange to yellow

paler than butter

let myself BE in the pillowy color.

And as the yellow lightens to blue

and the plug is pulled

and the gravity, new.

Take the weight.

Feel the cold.

Face the day.

Be brave.

Be bold.

And keep afloat.