Ascend
Growing older is a fact of life, for those of us who are fortunate enough to experience later years. I remember hearing many moons ago ‘that youth is wasted on the young’ and although I see where some may think that to be true, I recognise that my life is just like a book. So far it has had many chapters, filled with all of the emotional ingredients, with plots that thicken and those that fizzle to nothing. Mysteries that have been explored with villainous characters and loves that have curled my toes. Experiences that have caused my growth whether I thought I needed them or not. But my own unique story is just that – my story. When I find myself reflecting backwards as a means of checking in to my past chapters, for what I’ve learned and, for what I am grateful for I also like to look forward and dream of what may yet be. This poem speaks of those thoughts and those moments. Ascend As youth and beauty begin to fade I con...