SOLERA DIAMOND VALLEY | OCTOBER 2023 15
You grow old, they told me, you are no longer you, you become
distant, sad and lonely.
I didn't answer…
I don't get old I get wise.
I stopped being what others like me become, but what I like to be.
I stopped seeking the acceptance of others and accepted myself.
I have le behind the lying mirrors that deceive mercilessly.
-No, I'm not getting old.
I just become more selective with places, people, customs and
ideologies.
I have let go of attachments, unnecessary pain, toxic people, sick
souls, and rotten hearts…
Bitterness and unhappiness are not for me, I release them for my
health.
I'm ditching party nights for learning and embracing insomnia.
I stopped living stories and started writing them, I threw aside the
imposed stereotypes.
I no longer carry eyeshadow in my bag, now I have a book that
beautifies my mind.
I exchanged wine glasses for coffee cups, forgot to idealize life and
start living it.
-No, I'm not old.
I carry freshness in my soul, innocence in my heart, and it discovers
me daily.
I have in my hands the tenderness of a cocoon that, when opened,
will spread its wings to other places unreachable for those who
seek only the frivolity of the material.
I have that charming smile on my face when I observe the simplicity
of nature.
I carry in my ears the chirping of the birds that delight me and
accompany the walk.
-No, I'm not getting old.
I become selective, betting my time on the intangible, rewriting the
story I've been told, rediscovering worlds, saving those old books
I've forgotten half open.
I'm become more cautious, I've stopped the outbursts that teach
me nothing, I'm learning to talk about transcendent things,
I'm learning to cultivate knowledge, plant ideals and falsify my
destiny.
-No, I'm not getting old.
I begin to live who I really am.
AGING...
By Bianca Luz, Poet
