He did not expect to live that long
they said of the hundred year old man
would that age be something
you plan out
notes on the paper calendar
Age being something that happens
time flows around you
a sacred wind sloughing off
what you are seen to be
wind that bends you into supplication
Do not be misled
thinking age creeps up
as it envelopes you there is a roar
your skin cannot keep you enclosed
you feel your soul becoming restless
most of all
you become conscious
there is no undoing of mistakes
As bones once broken howl in rain
those parts that could not heal
without scars
show up in dreams
unrequited love notes from your own self
demanding your embrace before the end of all and everything
#NaPoWriMo
#joinme
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