mortale vasa cantici – Poem from 2/24/18

by roseskyewrite

Youth
is invincibility
woven into the skin
until the moment
we fall,
scrape,
bruise,
cut,
wound.

At the most
tender of ages
we are repeatedly
and firmly reminded
of our mortality.

Thus, we grow up.

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