I take a long look at myself
Staring at the deep creases in my forehead
Bits of gray poking out in my stubble
The hard years have stolen my smile
My pride has been broken to pieces
I am starting over warier this time
The risk is greater on this uneven terrain
Humbled, reflecting on the past missteps
Falling hard leaves a permanent scar
The healing changes my soul
© 2019 Jason A. Muckley
This poem was written in response to a Word of the Day prompt by Cyranny: Humble.
Well done! Jason, I can feel some of what you describe because I have been there at times as well.
Thanks 😁
We live and learn. And may we not relive our mistakes.
True. Yes, may we not relive our mistakes, please God
Amen to that prayer brother.
I can relate to the picture you paint here… and yet better days will come. Then you’ll look back and be amazed at how far you’ve come.
Amazing. Thank you for sharing and reminding many that we are not alone.
Thanks Angela 😁
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
Thanks for the re-blog!
The hard years have stolen my smile too, but it has to be around here somewhere…
Haha 😁
Beautiful
Thank you 😁
‘Stolen smile’ – Isn’t that the sad truth….we wait and hope for redemption.
True! I am glad you found this poem, because it was a good reminder for me 🙂