A Former Shell

Dark raccoon eyes stare back at me

Sleep deprived as anyone can see.

I am a former shell of better days

when I still danced in the suns rays.


Troubled ghosts flicker 'cross my face

from trying times that won't erase.

Faded smile of memories past

those times are gone, they didn't last.

Small worry creases have started to form

At my age is that the norm?

But wait, a light still glows inside

from a burning hope that can't be denied.

Time still has some work to do

I forced a smile and it grew.

Someday maybe I will see

that perfect self staring back at me.



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