There is beauty in the geography of my body,
from the top of my head to the ends of my toes.
Others may not see it.
But why do I care?
It's me who needs to see what is there.
The greying of hair and lines on my face
gives away a story of the passing of time.
The extra pounds that had time to accumulate
can be accepted or shed as I see fit.
The creaking knees, the aches and pains
coupled with the softness of skin.
All make me the person I am now today
at this very point in time.
I don't look at who I was because that's long gone.
That beauty is now in the past.
What I need to accept is how I am now,
beauty lies in the geography of my body,
of my mind, and of my soul.
©Kiran Kumar 28th September 2021
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Kiran Kumar
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