There are lines, where things used to be smooth. Softer tender skin, where there used to be those chiseled grooves.
There is gray in my hair, I sometimes blame on stress
There is places upon me, I wish weren’t such a mess
But I love the lines upon my face as they show the many
Years that I have smiled
And although my body might seem aged
I’d like to think I am still pretty wild
The gray upon my head just proves
Maturity in my years the things I’ve
Overcome and all the nights of tears.
So although some may not think I’m
Perfect, that is alright cause this is perfect to me!
That I am beginning to see those “flaws” as progress to a better me.
And to me that truly says it all!
~Ariel 11/2007
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