Aging Up
Conversations From Last Night
By Harley PenningtonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Михаил Секацкий on Unsplash
I wake up with the sun at 19 and turn to get ready,
with the same hands I had at 9
I look in the mirror and ask if she’s okay; my hands
caress the face in the reflection. Nobody asked enough at that age.
I washed the hair, a little shorter now,
on the same head I had at 13
I attempt to remind her our worth doesn’t live lie in desirability, yet in the love and appreciation we have for ourself.
I find myself over a different sink, but brushing the same teeth
that filled my mouth at 16
I congratulate her for doing a task that seemed so distant
a few years ago
I then gaze back into the mirror from the age 25
I seek a notion that everything will turn out fine.
About the Creator
Harley Pennington
Aspiring writer :)
Instagram: Harleyy.pennington
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