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
stubborn feeling
persistent emotion
needing healing
from a magic potion
stir the pot
mix it up
while its hot
pour in a cup
warm and smooth
steaming liquid
comes to soothe
breath restricted
find body balance
forget those many pills
on the bed or valance
only self love heals our ills
the space beyond thought
where resistance disappears
wellbeing is restored
step inside the silence
ruptured in joy
getting physical
quick glance in the mirror
shivers down the spine
my chin has earned his double
my hair unruly and wild
years gone by without warning
youthful looks flew out the wind
the days of Twiggy over
new era of Michelin uninvited
yet my hopes are high
the fog on the mirror
hid undesired details
today more than ever
I look straight into my eyes
bowed into a shy smile
my heart comes up racing
inside the head a small voice
at first unsure and wavering
in the words of Louise Hay
it whispers words of self love
appreciation and forgiveness
worthiness replaces uncertainty
contentment makeups all imperfections
blended with warmth and joy
beauty is a state of mind
