i looked in the mirror today
and i saw an adult's face staring back at me
more angular than i had thought
more worn than i remember
more tired
more dark spots
and lingering pimples, still.
new, and old.
feeling more like myself again,
while sitting unrecognizable.
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different, but the same.
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i saw the chip in my back tooth
from the one fateful summer's swingset
i saw the scar on my forehead
from the scratch of my first friend, lucky
i saw the beginnings of my smile lines
just creasing as my mom's do
and the same innocent eyes staring back at me
the ones that dreamed big, and still do.
may those dreams always grow with me.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts4 days ago in Longevity
Comments (13)
Congrats on your top story.
I could relate to so much of what you wrote here.
Beautiful piece with such an uplifting ending. Congrats on the TS.
Beautifully written and so relateable. I loved the hopefulness of the ending, no matter how old we get, dreams should continue to grow with us 🤍
This was wonderful, you nailed what it would be like to look in the mirror. Well done!
This is beautiful, it makes me feel like looking in the mirror kindly.
An ULTRA-relatable poem that hits all the right spots! Well done!
Great people. Been there plenty of times when trying to figure out how to gain some weight on my skinny bones.
Lovely poem! Enjoyed reading your piece!
Superlative job! Maintain the fantastic effort—congrats!
Yes, dreams don't die with age. I like the presence of this - real and accepting but also optimistic.
This was so beautiful KB. I love the history and hope and loss contained in your words. Congrats on top story - this poem deserves it and more.
please tell me how u write