Stranger

A reflection in the mirror

A ragged appearance

carved and sketched by the

hammers of time

cracks in her face

those freckles

stands the test of passing time

lines on her forehead

and the crow’s-feet

on the edges

are storing the time,

so sublime

the face she sees but

doesn’t recognize

she appears to be more bright

in her memories

she gathers hurt and the pain

in those wrinkles

but they seem to

have festered

angst

she was hiding behind

age seems to be fleeting

her youth flailing behind

sometimes she gets startled

by her own reflection

unacquainted by the

stranger in the mirror

Oh! the pain and hurt

she has absorbed

all those years in her folds

can only seem to

tell the story

of her life being so unkind.

 

 Photo by Dayne Topkin on Unsplash

This post is based on the daily prompt Identical