A Splash of Tonic
|Posted on January 11, 2018 at 10:50 PM|
My reflection stares back at me through the same blue eyes, yet the face that holds them is different now. The wrinkles around my eyes from laughter. The grays at my temple from worry. The lines in my brow. Softness where there once was a little definition at my jawline. My mouth is bracketed by lines like parenthesis. (Is that why I feel like I'm making an aside to the audience when I speak sometimes?) Mine is the face of many different people. A daughter. A wife. A mother. A friend. My eyes have cried tears that ebb and flow with emotion from joy to heartache and back again. My mouth has spoken kind words and biting ones. I am in the autumn of my life, further from the new, bright springtime and closer to the quiet, harsh winter.