Twenty-Three Years in this Skin

Twenty-three years in this skin. It tells a story separate from any other. From the loss of my brother, who only had nineteen years in his own body, to meeting my heart's compliment. This skin has a script of its own. Lines emerge with each experience as an indication of a journey rather than distance travelled. As a runner, hundreds of miles of stomping pavement, have left a vertical line 'tween eyes. A valley for sweat, cells excited by the sun's arms sending heat coursing my body, at the completion of another marathon. As a believer, laughter dances through my soul. Heart beating faster, molding parenthetical indentions 'round a smile. A symphony of joy, muscles contracting and syncopated. Shipping electricity though every limb, while thanking God for good company. As a child, wisdom tunneled my ears, neurons firing constantly. reminiscent of a bookshelf hanging over a set of raised brows. An indication of fervence, listening, acknowledging, adding stock to the brain and power through intention. Twenty-three years in this skin, which contains my energy, spirit, and passion. As the vehicle of my reality, travelling with a destination and no point of view, the possibilities are infinite. Lines emerge with each experience as an indication of a journey rather than distance travelled.