when will my actions
equal my words;
will I ever know them
as one
or will they live forever
in my mind,
or on the wind,
free from the accountability
of the body
years worn in the eyes,
crow's feet of laughter
marking time;
still strong in spirit,
mind and body
remain willing;
age is a number -
a mere record -
life is always waiting
to be lived,
no matter the time
we are all broken:
so many of life's damages
are self-inflicted
through the noise
we let into our lives -
we must seek out
our quiet moments;
find stillness
to be alone with ourselves
facing down our thoughts
and the demons of our minds;
we must make peace with silence
to allow ourselves to heal
