Wrinkled throat and gray wisdom
flower on drooping stems of brittle bone.
She is wonder and woe strapped to fading light,
but she can see with wolf eyes the questions
youth chase in the blind consumption of immediate.
Equated to a dying moth no one reads the book
of life in her veined hands or hears her speak,
“Today is the story tomorrow will read.”
©Susie Clevenger 2019
"Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave"
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave"
Sara Bareilles
Comments
..
..