As I looked into the mirror tonight and saw my wrinkles
I wondered, when do I have enough wrinkles that I cross the line into elderly?
Then I realized that there is no line to cross but that I am walking the line –
a linear journey from birth to death
and that the wrinkles are my story.
The story of me.
From little girl to fifty-something,
fighting gravity and expectations,
my biggest wrinkle a furrow in my forehead,
a message from my soul.
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