Illusionary life

Skin less taut and timeless

hair beginning to graySeasons

 life tattooed upon my soul

with each new and passing day

My scars tell a story

a veteran of the world

I am not society’s model

not its American girl

I wear my flaws proudly

like a heroine who carries her sword

I will fight  for an illusionary cause

so long of my own accord

I am not afraid of living

I am not afraid to die

It’s the stagnation in the stillness

between the two before goodbye.

 

 

© JMortenson

 

 

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