I own my age
so few women do
I lived every grey hair
each wrinkle
and the crackling of blood vessels and veins like sponged pottery
and the squishy middle that carried babies
I live in comfortable clothes
the days of fashion
and trying to look cute
or sexy
or fashionable
or appropriate
gone.
Inside I have learned and lived and destroyed my being
to own my wisdom
my truths – myself…I own all of me
Have you seen Maiden, Mother, Crone?
