So thin the layer was, I shivered
So much that my teeth fell off
And I was turned into this old lady
I stared at myself in the mirror
Stared at this apparition
A shell of who I was once upon a time
I grew old
And saw the crack on the shell
All that I had left
Of this me... who was once more me than me...
The cracks frighten me...
But I am a realist
I have learnt to accept them
As mine own
As me... may be more me than I ever was...
Clever Girl Writes Books.
3 years ago