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Writer's picturePoetry by Belle

The Wisdom of Weariness

I’m too damn old for all this mess,

The aches, the pains, the daily stress.

The world keeps spinning, never slow,

But I’ve got nowhere left to go.


Once I could run, so fast, so free,

Now every step’s a test for me.

The mirror laughs, its cruel disguise—

Time stole that spark behind my eyes.


I’ve danced through years, I’ve loved, I’ve cried,

Now I just roll with life’s rough tide.

The wisdom’s here, but youth is gone,

And yet the grind still drags me on.


So here I stand, with battle scars,

Too fucking old for chasing stars.

With every creak and groan, I grin,

Who knew this aging game could win?





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