Where the Broken Go

Old

I look in the mirror and wonder,

When the creases began to spread?

The silver linings in my hair,

All but fill me with dread.

Skin which once was peach and rosey,

Now pales into shades of gray.

Eyes that once held starlit sparkles,

Have since begun to fade away.

I look to time to tell me when,

When was it that I began to die?

What stunted my youth and stole my beauty,

When did that fountain begin to dry?

What happened to the excitement,

That fueled my every whim?

Wherefore went the adventure,

That light now growing dim?

I look in the mirror and wonder,

When the wrinkles took their place?

What gave them permission,

To invade my once young face?

I curse you father time,

For placing on me this cruel insanity.

And screw mother nature,

For viciously re-birthing this vanity.

For the mirror that looks upon me,

Tells only hideous lies.

Because I still have my youth,

All bottled up inside.

I still have all the moments,

In which I truly felt alive.

I still have all of my memories,

From which I will never hide.

~Copyright Amanda Wakefield 2014

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