Glow by Randall LaGro, oil on board, photo courtesy of the Blue Rain Gallery, Taos, New Mexico
This poem was written for the Sunday Scribblings´prompt "Skin." I wrote it in 15 minutes while drinking tea in a Starbucks in Seville. So let´s consider it a first draft!
The sensitive skin I´m in seems
much affected by slings and arrows.
Once it was tougher,
hardened by repeated exposure
to cities´ fast pace.
for whatever came next
without flinching or looking away.
At a certain point,
detachment became a matter of course;
enduring trials; strengthening resolve.
Hidden effects on the psyche
at last register on the face:
skin becomes almost translucent.
Anxiety and resentment surface,
bringing fine lines and shadows
lurking among the freckles.
Denying attempts to mask pain and grief,
suppressed for years
as a means of survival.
Despite the best moisturisers,
skin indelibly imprinted
with time´s stealth passage.
A map of war wounds,
detailing experiences happy and sad:
I choose to be glad.