Beautiful Strangers

D.A. Harvey
Oct 19, 2022

A Poem

Photo by Alice Triquet on Unsplash

Smile lines, like a charcoal portrait, peak through. Overshadowing the youth that once was. Because nothing lasts forever. We are strangers to ourselves. Looking into a mirror, the gray strands atop your head wave like a new friend. The kind you only want to see in passing. Chit-chatting briefly as you both go your separate ways. These days, the heaviness of your bones becomes noticed, they hold you up as you try to hold…

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D.A. Harvey

Photographer-Writer-Mentor I'm attempting to live life on my terms using the freedom of creativity. My goal is to live life without the fear of failure.