More Than Just A Figure
Talking to my 40-year-old body, in front of the mirror

You're not the same as in my twenties.
Your skin was fresher, the wrinkles unknown.
The mind overlooked flesh's perishability;
it didn't fit the youth's crown.
//
O, skin of forties
your predecessor always ignores
the main property of matter;
it acquires permanent flaws.
//
The fitness plans need more time
to bring results that once were fast.
You don't respond with the same velocity;
nutritional programmes have to last.
//
Oh! Here are my marks also;
they sealed moments of flesh's pain.
Permanent reminders of events
that weren't experienced in vain.
//
Wrinkles on the forehead;
waves of tissue that once were a calm sea.
Dull lines next to the eyes
underline my walk through time's "lea".
//
But what's that energy I see
transmitted from your core?
I notice that steps are more steady,
your axis more stable than before.
//
Reflected on your image,
cooperating with the flesh.
Experience from the journey
makes your flaws valuable, yes.
//
So, I like you the way you are, because
denying you will also disperse
the inner treasure that was discovered
through toil for wider conscience.
//
The journey goes on, of course.
Much more are about to be "seen".
You will get even more wrinkled,
but maturity will be the star of that scene.
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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives
About the Creator
Anthi Psomiadou
Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.


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