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| Image by Tom Hussey |
The Conflict
Walking through the store I see
A body reflected back at me
The mirror offers what I dread
Shapes I don't see in my head
It's shorter, wider, softer, lumpy
The woman in it makes me jumpy
Recognition of her doesn't happen
She doesn't have my sense of fashion
I walk on quickly, leave the store
My inner voice says never more.
Deep within the body I see.
Let's me deny any physical reality
In my mind I'm young and agile
Strong and tall, never fragile.
My mind races, never forgets
I love my body, no regrets
My waist is small, my small breasts high,
My skin is glowing, my smile wide.
Short skirts display long legs with pride
Dancing they sensually twirl and glide
Still the reality of my aging body
A memory that is sometimes spotty
Aches and pains sadly unfurled.
All blast away my inner world.
The daily conflict as I am striding
A youthful mind, a body sliding
Curiosity and magic fill my mind
My body keeps falling further behind
My mind defines my inner journey
Let's truly nothing ever deter me
The scars and lumps upon my body
A record living record - sometimes bawdy.'
Two mortal enemies that however
Must walk hand in hand together
A constant quarrel with no solution
Until life's end, the final conclusion.
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