Katrina Kaye
we wear out so quickly.
the calendar outlast our best intentions,
and we allow our lives to be at the
mercy of those larger than us,
those so large they did not know we exist.
it seems like something got lost, doesn’t it?
it seems like in our rush to build an empire
we never bothered to secure the foundation and
the cracks
are spreading
faster and faster.
Katrina Kaye
My aging face has changed more
than anticipated. I never expected
to not recognize myself in the mirror,
nor did I realize the footprint of every
thing I have ever done would fester
inside me and bloom on skin.
Is this what it means to become?
Perhaps this is the moment when
my rough fabric becomes fur.
Perhaps now,
(with the wrinkles and dark spots,
the daily bubble and sulk,
burn holes and scratches,
the swell of chin and lump of nose)
I am real.
Maybe to be real is to be a bit broken,
a bit aged,
a bit unrecognizable.
Katrina Kaye
our task
as opened eyes
is to blink back
the tears of yesterday
allow the pain and refuse
to hide behind the shield
it is not just to see
it is to understand
and know better
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