In the mirror, a stranger lingers
Lines etch deeper, a map of time
Once vibrant skin now a canvas of stories
Hope flickers like a distant star
Morning light casts shadows on tired bones
Joints creak like a symphony of wear
The heart beats a slower, heavier rhythm
Memories of health dance just out of reach
In the quiet, I feel the weight of years
The laughter of friends echoes in fading memories
Words escape me as if my voice is a ghost
In the silence, I mourn what I can no longer do
Amidst the decay, acceptance blooms like a resilient flower
Memories become my armor
The past is my refuge
Each scar is a testament to the battles fought
About the Creator
Patricia
I am a disabled parent who loves to write. My goal is to inspire others to embrace their authentic selves.
The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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well done