Scalding water washing stress from tired muscles
Rivulets of exhausted tension slough away
Like the quicksilver skin of some elemental dragon
Transforming pain and anguish to wisdom
Emerging from the streaming rush
A face with myriad tears uncried
Shines forth amid the creases of time
Exposing a beauty youth cannot decry
Burning from within a marked body
Blemished but uncompromised
By love, sacrifice and harsh lessons,
A grace, a beauty, is born in reflection
Water may clean the world
From scarred flesh and thinning hair
But only her soul
Can keep her beauty for life.
Today you win
and all is not lost.
26 March 2013
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