1,000 miles: step 4

Of Age
Last night you dreamed of lions and old women

And you woke up to find that life

had scratched your face, etching wrinkles

onto your forehead for every hardship

you decided to sidestep.

When you shifted your weight,

leaning into the duct-taped mirror

it swallowed you whole

and spit you back out before it burst.

Sitting at the coffee table this morning,

you wonder if you should have

erected your bones from mirror bits

or taken the bullet to your pride.

A reminder that at 18, I am no less a child than when I was 6. Picture credit to Jospheen K.

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