THESE THIN LINES
Every line in her skin is a message,
relaying every stifled tear, the scratch
behind her left eye and the sting
in her right.
She wishes that she could erase
herself; every ugly reminder
that she is ageing
and growing old
to be alive again.
She left her skydiving days
in the third line under her right eye.
Deep and long.
She left the want to climb mountains
in her laugh lines.
Every line is a message.
A message to live
before the lines hold more
than you once did…
*Featured image from: Praying For Parker Copyright © 2016