Body Aches

Body aches
Body shivers
My body
This body
At times
I don’t recognize her
Grey hair w/hints of
Auburn (rather than the other way around)
Deep lines across
Her forehead
Many days, weeks, hell
Years
Of worrying
Worrying what
Others thought
Worrying about
War
Death
Hunger
Will I make enough money
This month for
Rent
For food
Will I make enough
To not say no to a friend
For coffee
Will I make
Enough
Be enough
Fuck I think
I was too much
Just then
Shit
Now worrying
About being too much
Did I
Reveal
Too much
Am I
Too much?
My skin on this
Body, my body
Has moved
Shifted to different
Places
My bones
Talk and creak
My muscles
Long to be
Stretched and touched
Held and cradled
Far too long
Since a lover
Caressed
Rubbed
Held
This aching body, my body
The lines on my
Face
Hands
Feet
Carry many a story
Have carried me Five Decades now
5 decades and
My hazel eyes
Still shimmer
Still glow
Still shine bright
Still hope
That one day
The worries of this body
My body
Will be gone

PoetryChris RileyPoetry, body, aging