They lay it on thick –
Sometimes
It is the promise
Of a lifetime
This cream
Shall cure old age
And remove those wrinkles
Crow’s feet, and cellulite
Celebrate the new you!
Worry not,
For you will be the same,
Just younger
And more vibrant
You shall move
Through the streets
With confidence!
And they barely realize
I sing beneath the story
Of these lines.
They are the narrative
Of what I have become
What I have overcome
And what I have cherished.
They trace the many ways
That I have smiled
Whole-heartedly
And unabashedly.
They tell the story
Of upswept passion
The fearless breath
The will to be –
And the many ways and means
That I have
Stretched myself thin
Remade myself
And built myself back up again
From nothing.
They tell
The many ways
That I have loved
That I have sewn beauty
Far beyond the words
That crawl upon this line.
No –
I need not wipe
Those aged marks upon my face
Nor furl my brow
At the freckles,
The dimples
The glasses that now
Find uneasy stance upon my nose
I celebrate myself –
Where I have been
And where I hope to be
And nothing
And no-one
Shall say there is shame
In being me.
(c) Sumyanna 2016
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“Sing beneath the story of these lines”. Love this. ❤️
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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Beautifully crafted!!
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Thank you very much!
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I love the vulnerability and honesty of this. Nice piece.
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Thank you very much!
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