Once upon a time I stood tall and straight, feet firmly planted in a future of hope and usefulness. I was purpose-built but saw my potential beyond that destiny. While the steady westerly winds sculpted those around me, my identity was of one unflappable, indestructible, iron-clad child. Oh, I was a sight, so handsome and admired.
But time passed and with it my utility. Decommissioned and left to decay, left to the devices of aging and weather, I still stood with my identity, grasping my dignity, unwilling to surrender by value.
Looking in the mirror tells me I’m old. I know my feet are no longer on solid footing. I see the results of days, and months, and years of abrasive breezes and rains. But, I hold fast to the hope I will still be seen by others as I still see myself: unique, gritty, and strong.