✡︎𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶✡︎

Never thought at 32 I have wrinkles

At 32 I never thought I'd have wrinkles,
A sign of age, of time's cruel tricks.
I gaze upon my reflection in the mirror,
Lines and creases, making me shiver.

I remember the days of my youth,
When my skin was smooth, my face was a truth.
But now the signs of time are starting to show,
And it's a bitter pill to swallow, I know.

I try to embrace these marks of age,
To see them as a badge, a sign of a sage.
But deep down I can't help but fear,
That I'm losing my youth, that it's no longer near.

I try creams and serums, hoping they'll help,
To smooth out the lines, to make my skin shelf.
But they only offer temporary relief,
And soon enough, the wrinkles show their teeth.

I see others my age, with flawless skin,
And I can't help but feel a twinge of chagrin.
Why do they still look so young and fresh,
While I feel like I'm starting to thresh?

But then I remind myself of the beauty within,
That age is just a number, it's not a sin.
I have wisdom and experience to share,
And that's something that no cream can repair.

So I hold my head high, wrinkles and all,
And I walk with pride, standing tall.
For I am more than just the lines on my face,
I am a woman of power, of grace.

And though the wrinkles may deepen and grow,
I know that true beauty will always show.
For it's not in the smoothness of skin,
But in the kindness and love that lies within.

So at 32, I embrace my wrinkles with pride,
For they're a reminder that I've lived and tried.
And as I age, I'll wear them with grace,
A testament to the journey that I embrace.