Today I felt fear, a shiver,
the ricochet of a mortal quiver,
reminding me that I am no more than
a bruise that lingers ‘a surface’,
a blemish that lies on life’s
resilient hide, an impact no more
memorable or permanent than all the
blows suffered before it.
That I am the after effect of an action,
a vibrant ripple on a wounded canvas,
a swath of violence’s vivid writhe that,
like all theatrical beings, fades away into
the subtle, soothing tides of time where
obscurity awaits to envelop, erase, and
derive, that which struggles, forms and strikes –
I shutter, for I am only the inflicting omen
of another life.
Happy Friday! Hope you enjoyed this little momento mori and may it serve as a reminder that you just need to get out and live your life. We’re only centennials if we’re lucky, folks, so get up off your hides and enjoy your time while it’s still yours to spend! Here’s to hoping your weekend is awesome!