She looked at the first strands of silver in her hair
then, the first wrinkle days later
shocked, in denial, apprehensions of more
the first instinct was to curse the mirror
Then feelings of despair, melancholy
a tear, few more and then a flood of tears..
all for good, as a powerful shift happened
in understanding her position, her situation
Awareness, that it's not unique
that it happens to everybody
that it's the law of nature
that the day is followed by night
and then day again
autumn followed by winter
and then spring again!
Focus changed to making most of the present
share accumulated wisdom gained over the years
the mirror was no longer a threat
a mere reminder that life is cyclical
that birth and death of seasons, of life itself
is natural, inevitable, to be accepted not feared
And then peace replaced doubts, fears, apprehensions
it was just peace, peace , peace
flooding the body and mind....
NB: This Poem has been included in the anthology "Auburn Ambrosia" published by Soul Scribers Society for the Yercaud Poetry Festival.
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