In the mirror, time leaves its traces,
I struggle to see what time erases.
The wrinkles tell a life to build,
Memories, regrets to be fulfilled.
At the dawn of sixty years, I look back,
So many dear faces, gone, far, yesterday.
Orphaned by my parents, loneliness tightens,
A retrospective, the story of a proud warrior.
I sacrificed my dreams, offered to my children,
Motherhood, a sweet burden carried long.
Hidden, silenced, judged by standards,
Imposed by family, bastard rules.
At the dawn of sixty years, I look back,
So many dear faces, gone, far, yesterday.
Orphaned by my parents, loneliness tightens,
A retrospective, the story of a proud warrior.
But deep within me, a glimmer of hope persists,
Reviving dreams, before life resists.
Learning to live a new chapter,
To rise, to be reborn, like a beautiful shooting star.
At the dawn of sixty years, I look back,
So many dear faces, gone, far, yesterday.
Orphaned by my parents, loneliness tightens,
A retrospective, the story of a proud warrior.
In this melody, a new life sprouts,
Perhaps, finally, learning to live without end.
At the dawn of a new chapter, I breathe,
Hope guides my steps, towards a future to write.
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Free Verse Chronicles: Soulful Writings.
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