I Am A Prize, Not A Pretzel

This isn't meant to be sexist, but merely a plea from older women who sometimes feel a bit washed up, unattractive and unappreciated. I guess even younger women feel this way too, sometimes!

I am a fragile work of art made of steel

I can bend past breaking point

and never snap

My mind is like a whip, but

I’ll cry at the loss of a pet
or sad ending

 

I yell when I’m angry, the veins in my neck

throbbing and pulsing purply-blue,

walls get punched and knuckles bruised,

sporting that same hue

I'm brassy and tarnished, 

well past my use by -

dried up, washed up, over the hill

Imperfect

Impatient

Tired

But I'm still a prize

not a pretzel

and I will never snap

Reviews

[Gee]

That is a lovely piece of writing, and so many women will relate to it. I think it is far easier for men in the ageing process. Can't believe this is the first review, shameful.

[GypsyMoonCat]

Ah, I think it was a bit too long, and not written by someone others "knew". It's all good, and I thank you for your kind words, your time reading it and ... yeah, THANK YOU GEE

[GypsyMoonCat]

Is this too long to be actually read instead of being passed by? If you review me, I'll review you. That's fair, ain't it?