I'm overawed by how alive life is.
How eager, how fervent,
How like a flame in the forest.
Restless,
Relentless,
Ruthless.
I look in the mirror and suck in a breath.
I see someone else - someone still young,
Her hair still dark and long, her teeth all in a line.
But me - I have an overwhelming longing to rest.
To rest,
Retreat,
Retire.
A need to reminisce,
To piece together my pieces,
To patch up the parts of my past,
Make a story and lay it to rest.
No more present,
past,
or prospects.
Only Peace.
