Beauty Poem by Leaking Pen

No trace on my face
Any more…
From all the needle marks.
I paid for my surface beauty
With pain and a bleeding wallet
So my morning vanity mirror is gentler
With its reflections back on me.
I'm locked in past memories from my youth
About natural beauty that once defined my outer looks,
But now there is a frozen haze on my olive complexion,
From years of restless living.
My soul's mirror knows the difference
As it reflects what it sees,
And is disappointment in me
For not embracing the pages of time,
Like nature intended me to do.
Yet its greater disappointment
Comes from me not dwelling
On the beauty from within
Which is God's love that never changes,
And that is my real reflection.

Feb 7 2012
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
Revised Nov 4th 2014