Dear old me,
I mourned you today.
But I didn’t shed a tear.
I know you’re still here.
I know you’re watching me
And transcend to newer heights.
I know you’re the one
Calming all my wrongs
And pointing out my new rights.
I think that’s you
Giving me that nudge
To embracing my new reflection.
Because the constant praise
And oversupply of compliments
Are always met with my deflection.
Bumps have replaced curves,
Scars and road maps
Now inhabit my once crackless melanin.
What once snapped back
Now sags and stretches
Such scrutiny I place on my skin.
My edges are unsure,
My nerves have been shot repeatedly,
And my hygiene can be somewhat questionable.
The temple I once housed you in
Has been rented out, poked and prodded,
Its sanctity is now unmentionable.
On good days I’m a mess
Others I’m the strongest of warriors
And the rest is filled with uncertainty aplenty.
I was once so full of myself.
Then with life,
And that thought alone is what now keeps me from feeling empty.
I mourned you today,
I may mourn you again,
But I will never shed a tear.
For if I had never let go of you,
And ignored the call for growth,
My reason to smile wouldn’t be here.
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