The mirror shows a face I…

The mirror shows a face I know,
Yet its expression is a foreign country.
A quiet strength I didn't possess,
A weariness I haven't earned.
My hands, they move with a grace I lack,
Performing tasks with an ease unknown.
The way I stand, more rooted now,
Less prone to sway in every breeze.
My voice, it carries a different weight,
Commanding quiet, earning respect.
The books I read, they speak to me,
Of wisdom I didn't seek before.
The music I hear, it resonates,
With a melancholy I can embrace.
The silences I now can hold,
Are filled with a peace I never found.
The anger that used to flare so quick,
Now simmers low, or doesn't rise.
I see the world with a wider lens,
Less focused on the narrow self.
The judgments I used to cast so free,
Are tempered with a softer view.
This evolving, it's a slow revealing,
A gradual shedding of old skins.
I listen close, to the inner whispers,
Of who this unfolding soul will be.