i saw a little girl
touching her belly button
smiling sheepishly
back into the womb
i flew in an instant
connected in no time
who is that little girl
where had the wind
blown her since
staring into the mirror
at times she appears again
her eyes towards the sky
her smile beaming
with joy and peace
then she vanishes
only to be replaced
by fog on the mirror
hiding an old lady
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in search of assistance
with a rigid mirror
showing signs of
wear and tear
aging proceeds
without permission
bringing the gift of
squeaky knees
the fog on the glass
reflecting the youth
images showing
distant beauty
shattering bang!
the mirror in pieces
each one of them
the hologram of life
re-lived
hormonal imbalance
topic of late
end of the period
excess of weight
lack of good sleep
sensitive to touch
more facial hair
is just too much
what are the options
there must be a way
change of gender
saves the day
turning fifty
quick it goes
gifts you get
wished to foes
morning blues
late night news
growing out of
fancy shoes
hot flashes
on a winter day
summer heat
you wish away
wearing shorts
now causing issues
flabby cheeks
excess tissues
food you eat
turns into fat
your stomach grows
your mood is flat
anti-wrinkle cream
no longer effective
the human blueprint
proven defective
