At 55

·


by Tracie Nichols (2017) Rounded,

changing,

graced with

radiating

spirals

across pale

softening

surface.

Me.

Worn

like a

river stone.

Deepening lines,

tracing life

trajectory

over

cheek bone

hillocks,

curving around

eyes that

have

seen.

Deeper

beauty

surfacing.

Truer

beauty

shining.

Passing

time reveals

strength

of my

river stone

woman self.

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