In her chest beats an old heart
Her bones are young and strong and frail.
She says
I will not kill myself
But if death should find me tomorrow
I would accept it calmly.
She loves.
It fills her heart and eyes
But she is weary of her frailty.
She is afraid.
Afraid she cannot make herself young again
Afraid of lost innocence.
She sits in shadows
So that she cannot see her own wrinkles.
In the mirror
She does not see twenty
She tells people she is wise, and foolish
That she has not seen it all.
She holds her withering soul
Up to the light
And asks
I am safe, I am loved
Why is that not enough?
