I’m still here

My looks are nothing special,

My face reveals my age,

My body shows some wear and tear, And my energy is not the same. Too often my memory fails me, And I lose things all the time.

One minute, I know what I plan to do, And the next, it may just slip my mind. I try hard to avoid my mirror. There are things I would rather not see, And even those times when I just catch a glimpse of my face,

I can no longer recognise myself. The things I used to do with ease Can now cause pain,

And the quality of the things I do Will never be quite the same.

I always compare my older self To those younger versions of myself, And I know I am wasting too much time Missing who I used to be.

But the thing that really makes me sad Is despite what people see, Underneath my tattered, worn-out shell,

I am still the same old me.

My heart can still feel endless love, And at times it still can ache.

My heart can be full of joy,

And it can suddenly break.

My soul can still feel sympathy And longs for forgiveness and peace, And there are times its light shines boldly through,

And other times when it longs for release.

Now that I am older,

Feeling lonely may be the status quo, But it has also made me more willing To forgive and let past conflicts go. Maybe to some, I look old and ugly, A person who barely exists.

I am still quite aware of the beauty inside,

And my value should not be dismissed. Although not as strong and good-looking as before,

I am still here and want so much to live. I know there is no one in this world quite like me,

And no one who has more to give. — Wires