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Created on: September 21, 2008
how can I overcome my own mind
Surrounded by people everyday of my life,
From the time I wake up till I say good night.
My children my husband even people from work,
I force on a bright smile but inside something hurts.
I should be happy with so much in my life,
I love my kids I love being his wife.
But I look at myself and so much has now changed,
Not a teen or young adult, it's not just my face that had aged.
My body is older and my thoughts take control,
My outlook had changed mind body and soul.
My children are growing and one day they'll be grown,
And we will be left alone in our home.
The things we enjoyed when we were both young,
Now gone with the wind on the wings of a dove.
No longer a kid but sometimes wishing you were,
Some wonderful memories can cause a big stir.
You look in the mirror a few things hang a bit low,
A few things are bigger where did some other ones go?
Look at your hands now even they have changed,
I would love to pause time, figure out who I am , Continue on with some kind of plan. Watch my kids growing up with me getting old, when 60 degrees did not feel so cold.
To walk in the woods with out taking a rest, to put on anything and still look my best. To beat my own mind and I know I felt, to know in my head when my husband looks at me inside he still melts.
They say with age comes wisdom, but I think paranoia is the case, when you first start to see the signs of age on your face.
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