White, with faded freckles
From the sun and at times pale.
Sometimes thick, often frail.

But you cover me,
And protect me from harm.
Receiving scars along the way.

You surround this being
But in the end, you're just skin.
Which I wear with pride.
Only because you're mine..
At least for a very short time.

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What is it that I leave behind?
Echoes that proclaim I was here?
Growing ever more faint in time.
Why do I crave acknowledgement
That my time was well spent here?

I send out my voice.
The wind carries it where it will.
But I ask myself what matters more..
A legacy that lives on into the future
Or that I live... where I am right now.



Written April 2025

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