Ode to Age by LuRain Penny

I am not pristine. I am weathered.

My flesh bears the mark of all my indulgences and injuries.

Though it was I who stumbled, my body fell.

 

I love my carriage now.

It has borne me along all these years.

I know it, recognize it as mine, am grateful for its service.

 

A home for my soul, twisted no longer.

Came through the dark night, my starling, to shine.

 

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