Silver Threads

Charmed Chaos

Silver threads woven through my hair 
where once I defied my true age
an etching of lines on a weathered face 
leaving a map of where I’ve been.

For a pandemic raging and a cancer in my breast 
have done their damage and left me
-naked, for this disease changed, rearranged
a self-confessed charlatan who tried to age with grace
washed away all the masks, left no trace
-exposed stark beauty under skin.

And now my words, my thoughts, my feelings
all elements of my entire being
– coming from a different place
for pain peels away layers of self-preservation
leaving a yearning for a simple life again 
to bask in the sun’s warmth caressing my face
and not think of battles raging within.

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