Soak yourself in this revelation. Breathe.
Come to terms and realize you are nothing anymore –
Tattered letters on your jacket lose their gilded pride.
Your handsome looks have all but faded away.
Agility your feet once harnessed are now but slow and feeble.
You are nothing anymore, just dust in the wind –
Your biography is traced into the wrinkles of your face telling many stories of the people you have met, the tragedy you have been through, and lessons you have learned through maturity.
Chapped lips no longer utter the words, “I am strong. I am fearless. I am Alpha. I am Omega.”
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They fall short in the midst of your everlasting race –
Lone, barren, and lost forever
in place of the stars…
By Skye Lyon
20 October 2010
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