Carry on Tuesday Prompt #98 I saw it in the mirror, I saw it in my face
Over time
I saw it in the mirror
I saw it in my face
I was surprised at what I saw
I was not the same
Now an old woman
Stares back at me
Small lines have formed
And become as deep canyons
Like the land of the
High mountain desert
Of New Mexico
It all happened over night
So slowly
While at work
Fulfilling my ideas
Old age had silently crept in
And enfolded my being
No time to look at myself often
In fact it is said
When we lose ourselves to art
Is when we, find ourselves
But that doesn't include
The way we look
It's more an interior discovery
What I saw in the mirror
And what I saw in my face
Is not me
I am "other"
No longer aware of superficial changes
When I think of myself
I think I am wrong side out
I am "heart"
Like the fighter who leads with his chin
I lead with my own beating heart
I take my pulse
To know my state
I rummage through my
Keepsakes and formulate my plans
I open the tiny folded paper
Shiny and bright
Finding you reflected to my heart
I continue
The path is long
And it takes much concentration to follow
I only look at what I create
Created by the heart of a young girl
The first me
The true heart
Formed over time....
No time for looking in the mirror
No time for looking at my face
