I’m looking in the mirror and all I see is hate
Like this glass is just opening a self hating gate
I notice every wrinkle and pull at my face
I should be feeling safe in this quiet place
I gaze at my body, every lump and bump
When did I get so rounded and feel quite plump?
My eyes don’t seem so bright as they used to be
And now I need specs just to help me see
I let out a big sigh as I stand before that glass
Negative energies flowing - a downer masterclass
But what if we look more closely at the figure looking back
Look beyond all the flaws and the superficial cracks
That image in the mirror has lived a life so full
Experience in abundance - by the bucketful
Yes I may look a little older and fuller in the face
But it’s really not important - it just reflects your pace
Suddenly I feel the energies slowly shifting
I should be celebrating that I’m existing
I see all the good in that shiny looking glass
Those pesky negative energies are just snakes in the grass!
The mirror doesn’t lie but it isn’t always truthful
Like just telling you that you are no longer youthful
But as our looks fade our heart and soul have grown
“She lived life to the full” - that will be my headstone!
Joanne C Hicks 7/8/2025
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