I remember this day…

Looking out the window,
feeling the stray droplets;
Tasting the scent of moisture
as the chill of the soft breeze
laces the deep breaths I take…

As I once did…

I remember this day…
To be one that I’ve lived before.

When she was young and beautiful,
She mattered;
When she grew old and weak,
She no longer had a place.
She mattered when her legs
were thin and tan;
She did not matter when
her legs had ulcers and pus;
Where is her place;
How can she have no priority now;
Still loved, but no place.
A life not worth saving.
Only youth has value.
Age has wisdom to see
the place of age.

Life offers no ease.
No rest from the hardship.
Just the misery of being.
Sleeping on rocks
With no relief.
Travelling in the turmoil
for the day.
Never feeling life's blessings.
Looking for release.
Rolling with the blows of constant woes.