Reflection
| I’ve tried to look younger, Plucking grey, sucking in. “You can let it go.” I say. “But I feel so young!” I whine. “Can you be, just as you are?” I ask myself, resisting all the way. Is that so hard? I think. Thoughts, see saw, holding tight, letting go. Surrender is a soft word, so is embracing, accepting, and grace. I imagine surrounding myself, wrapping myself, in a hug, with an eyes-tight squeeze. Thanks body, for holding me, thanks for supporting me, even when I let you down. Relax, I smile, with open eyes. “You look great!” I say softly, tracing lines. “Act your age. Com’ on, I dare you!” said my reflection. C. V. Michael |
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