I have now seen more winters
then I am likely to ever see again
though far from twilight
I stand at the midpoint of a
horizon that is both
expanding
and
contracting
I know my journey is far from over
but I sit in stillness
introspective
pondering how I got here
and where I will go
the air
heavy and wet
filled with the moisture of
storms past
and those yet to come
I will persevere
as the sun, wind and rains
leave traces of their
harsh existence
on my skin
Will you look
deep within
and tell me
what it is that
you see?
Imperfect
as I may be
I am still strong
and while I will likely be forgotten
in a thousand years
I will still try
despite the inevitable
failures
to always be a
better version
of me
Will you?