31st year

the thin white sheet that covered her-

slipped away

as she laid bare.

she whispered to the morning,

stretched towards the-



colors converge creating a catalyst-

her soul finds wealth among the fringe-

worn patches of cotton.


each year, she sheds another skin

watching as it falls away-

her humanity exposed. once-

crouching to conceal her character

now, rising as she lifts new life beyond

her reach.

tiptoes dance upon solid stone.

I marvel.


May this be the year that I find my first of many gray hairs.

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