Ghost: Lines
People in this town,
they’re obsessed with staying young.
They think age is something shameful,
like a sign of lost momentum.
They think the lines between their brows
signal colors losing tones.
They do not grasp its meaning
to us young and hollow ones.
For us trapped in our own heads,
there’s a glory in the dream
of waking up to see the lines
that we thought never we’d see.
When you dance on death-drenched urges,
and breathe through toxic thoughts,
what would you give to know that
you could see liver spots?
If we knew we would survive
the fires, famines, floods
that attack our feeble strongholds,
long enough to see these lines,
perhaps we would find hope
in rebuilding every time.
Age is not a sign
of weakness or lost light.
It’s a sign that we’re surviving,
that we’ll make it through the night.