Monday, December 18, 2017

At 55


by Tracie Nichols (2017)

Rounded,
changing,
graced with
radiating
spirals
across pale
softening
surface.

Me.

Worn
like a
river stone.

Deepening lines,
tracing life
trajectory
over
cheek bone
hillocks,
curving around
eyes that
have
seen.

Deeper
beauty
surfacing.

Truer
beauty
shining.

Passing
time reveals
strength
of my
river stone
woman self.

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