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A crepey hand clutches the open collar as she leans into the wind

A full thyroid was once inside here

Stitches, sure, she had stitches, more than she can count

Furrows of her neck reach north to the jawline camouflaged by jowls

Soft, tender skin slowly making its way down past wondering eyes, thinning lashes, a cataract, a widened nose, and spider veiny cheeks

The woman’s face reflects dimension, deliverance, decisiveness, dedication, but most of all,


She loves with her whole heart

A heart that beats irregularly sometimes

A heart that is sensitive to chocolate, black tea, and loud noises

The heart she has fostered and fretted with for over sixty years when she got that first palpitation

It took many years to talk herself down

Breathe into her anxiety and let it know who’s boss

The tricks come with age

Tricks of mind over matter

Tricks of fashion sense to conceal a muffin top, back fat, or saddlebag

Tricks of distraction to hide self-deprivation, loneliness, second guessing

Did I offend? Could I do more? Will they like me? How can I please the peripheral people?

Are these normal thoughts? What have we here? A Golden Retriever?

Spending countless hours in one’s own company lends itself to thinking of others, or I should say, thinking of how others perceive you. Or does it? Is it just busy work to combat loneliness and not think about the jowls, the flab, the heartbeat or heartbreak?

Lengthen and lower

Lengthen and lower

Breathe out

Breathe in

Soothe your own soul

Soothe hers

Smile, pick up a phone, create a meal, rest, repeat

#womensfaces #anxiety #combatloneliness #agingwithdignity #mentalhealth #naturalaging #loveonesself

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I am a wife, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, writer, dog & cat lover. I 've written books, & now I am also blogging to keep a momentum of my passion vibrant. This is a place where my friends also contribute their creative selves. Enjoy!

2 thoughts on “Merriel

  1. Afraid to not be afraid
    Bored with not being bored

    Tasting that which is tasteless
    Excusing the inexcusable

    Creating nothing from something
    Penetrating the impenetrable

    Inserting joy
    Extracting confusion

    Seeing total light
    In pervasive darkness

    Acting my age

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