My date of birth says one thing,
My spirit, something else.
The mirror shows the trophies of a life well lived, but lived.
The outside world barely sees my countenance.
Fear has replaced a heightened sense of adventure.
Fear prevents my heart from taking risks.
Love has always been mine for the taking, more or less.
Love is what I crave but cannot take the steps to seek.
Life has been a stretch of good fortune, dotted by heartbreak, several years apart.
Life is now an endless stretch of aloneness, self-imposed and fueled by