removing myself
from ground zero, clears my head
restores sanity
On being human…
removing myself
from ground zero, clears my head
restores sanity
the long open road
gives my mind time to unwind
it’s peaceful out here
the mirror reflects
a face i don’t recognize
who is that person?
cruel reality
for the soul remains ageless
whilst the body fails
they call them laugh lines
but i’m not laughing about
the lines i see now
treading dark waters
legs tire of the work it takes
to keep my head up