I lean in close to look at the woman in the mirror, and inspect her wrinkles.
There’s a smidge of me that wants an eraser.
But the wise voice, that has been growing from its usual whisper, gently tells me ‘you have earned those.’
They paint the story of you.
Of how animated you get when you tell a story.
How you laugh from your belly, and cry from your soul.
How the angry lines have smoothed out, since you’ve learned to become slow to anger.
How you’ve overcome the worry, that won’t indent that much deeper.
How you’ve expressed your joy, carried your sorrow and every emotion in between.
They are a physical map of your becoming the woman you are.
I smile and sigh.
That voice is right.
I’ve earned these life lines, and I intend to add so much more.
- Stacie Martin
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