The truth beyond the mirror
Looking into the mirror - all I see are imperfections
I am not sure I even recognise the image before me
I notice every wrinkle, I pull at my face
I should feel safe in this quiet place
I gaze at my body, every lump and bump
When did I get so soft and plump?
My eyes don’t seem so bright
I need glasses just to see
I let out a heavy sigh
I feel self-doubt beginning to rise
Gazing at the figure staring back
I try to look beyond the image
How far along in the book of life I am?
A life that has been full of treasured moments
I look older, my face is fuller
I guess I burned that candle - both ends!
Slowly something starts to shift
Why am I not celebrating my existence?
I seek out the good in that glass
I dig deep to push negative thoughts aside
The mirror is not always truthful
It tells me I am no longer youthful
While our looks may fade, our souls grow
“She lived life to the full”
That will be my headstone!
Joanne C Hicks 7/8/2025
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