Beauty

A poem about recognizing one’s ageism

Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

Though I try to see
beauty in every form
my eyes still look
to the tender green leaf

Sighing at the sag and lines
I recognize my obsession
forever young mantra
playing in the back

Stretching and strengthening
my aging skin
fight for youth trumps
acceptance of life stages

Ageism alive
in my own internal being
while I scoff
at the needles and knives

Graceful beauty
I want to be
beauty that comes
from ease and acceptance

Let me see the sweetness
of young flowers in bloom
and let me see the beauty
of the tough bark of a tree.

(365 Days of Poetry — Day 242)