I found this poem by someone else that I want to share:
Epiphanyby Ruth Williams
This is the terrain of my body.
These are the planes of my body.
I have dents and folds of skin. I am spoken without and within.
The scars are like a grid.
Mapping out my travels, my pain, all the thoughtless things I did.
The latitude of leg bespeaks a childhood malady.
The tattoo on my arm, long-ago longitude of college folly.
Who knew you’d have to wear your life on your person as long as you lived?
I thought the years went through you, like a sieve.
You took what you could, then sloughed it off, a la roughage.
Figured it could all be left behind, like luggage.
I’ve come to regard my wrinkled, saggy self with great affection. Every step and stumble led me in a deeper direction.
This was a life well-lived.
This body, a temple, well-loved.
At the end of my life, at the end of the day,
I’ll know the trip was well worth the bumps along the way.
Ruth Williams is a Freelance Writer and Poet whose focus is on issues of interest to seniors, including health-care, life-style and self-improvement.
This is how I want to be able to think. I want to love myself for who I am. I want to live each day as if it it the last day of my life. In the end, I want to be able to know that this journey was worth it and that the path I chose was the right one, the one that caused the least pain and tears to those I love.~~menancy