Poetry: a reblog by Bethany

Honesty and wisdom reblogged:

NOT MY SECRET...My story...My truth

*written after looking at this picture my daughter made black and white of us as I looked at me

I rarely stare at my own face

The lines around my eyes

The dimple I already know is on my chin

But I tore it apart tonight

My weathered skin

I was hard on myself

Like I’ve never been

No creams or lifts or fillers here

I’m ok with that

So we’re clear.

I saw a sadness

For the first time

In that partial smile

Behind the eyes

A sorrow no one knows is mine

So I scoured over every line

Then I felt with my fingertips this time

I found the scar over my right brow

I know its there

But I feel it and see it now

My brother put it there

We were just kids

But I remember the blood trickling over that lid.

Making me wonder just…

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About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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