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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
A shape I don't see in my head.
She's shorter, wider, softer, lumpy.
Seeing the woman makes me jumpy.
A connection with me 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 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.
Reality knows my aging body,
A memory that is sometimes spotty.
Aches and pains sadly unfurled,
But they're not a part of 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 soul defines my inner journey.
Let's truly nothing ever deter me.
The scars and lumps upon my body,
A life-long 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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