No more tears for missing yesterdays I can't change what was and what is. I look in and know the only me. This one I see. Work on it. I checked it. Such hurt and sorrow. Deep pain and hurt show in the lines and grooves of aging face. That's just the surface. What lies beneath? The essence of me you cannot see. it exist inside where I keep her hidden afraid of hurt. I want her to shine, to experience the joys of life, love and happiness, of so many years gone by. The memories are fading now. The glowing light is dimming. Reaching for the crumpled up papers scribbled are my dreams and hopes of a brighter tomorrow, words fading on the yellowing paper. I read them and hold them as if they are a lifeline to remind me that it still exist. It's not on the face I see in the mirror..the eyes have shed a thousand tears; the hands have wiped them away at night. It's inside; the soul and essence of me. The part of me that holds the light of my being.