Prizing Silver

You insist that I shine

even when I feel tarnished

way past yellow-gold,

all the way to a dull black.

You tell me that well-used silver

develops a gorgeous, mellow,

soft grey patina,

a lustrous finish made of tiny marks

in the soft metal.

I look in the mirror and focus on the flaws;

you see beauty in me.

In me!  I have not seen

what you do, for I look

through my culture that praises

youthful, unlined faces.

I will give up the blindness

for you.  Accepting my own

beauty is my way of

treasuring the stunning sight

I see, without even trying, in you.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: insist

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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