Wrinkles
These wrinkles are precious
I have earned every one
Through fears I have faced
And battles lost and won
With laughter and smiles
I wear around my eyes
Through acceptance, denial
Not hearing the lies
With patience and kindness
Compassion and care
Letting go when I had to
And having to dare
Stepping up, Stepping back
Standing my ground
Quietly, dignified
Not making a sound
I have stood up and been counted
I have been back-seated
I have surrendered
But not been defeated
Because it takes bravery
To walk away from a fight
To understand that your “wrong”
Is someone else’s right
So life’s trials and tribulations
Show clearly on my face
As do the celebrations
All worn with pride and grace.
Copyright © Pamela Moorcroft | Year Posted 2025
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