Why can't I smile when things are not so bad
by PensNneedles
Mirrors are not the worst, but I sure don't like them, though I like them more than what they show me.
I look into one,
afraid and armed only with
determined resignation.
I'm finally feeling old, and it's a lonely thing.
I'm tired of outliving friends. I'm tired of losing.
So much time I've wasted. So much pain I've caused. My sore back is not the only reason I slump.
I ignore my own advice, though I think it's good advice.
My heart is rough and there appears no fair way to stay on course. I disguise my overuse of metaphors and think myself clever.
But I'm still breathing and
my family loves me.