A lifetime fighting,
A lifetime of perspective,
A lifetime of giving love-
Losing love-
Holding onto the thought of what if
And why not
As if any of it could alter reality
As if rolling the dice one last time
Would make the difference

My knees are weak-
My shoulders bent-
Heavy with weight

The ground on which I kneel-
Pieced together with stone-
From this shape to that shape-
Cold stone on which my skins lies

The same skin that I try to hide-
Like the thoughts in my mind
The twitch of fingers that I use to trace-
A timeline-
A lifetime-
Narrowing-

In conclusion to the tones of tomorrow
In strength I pray-
To rest lightly-
Together with the thoughts that lit my way

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro