Age Is Just a Number
I step into my fourth decade
with quiet thoughts for company.
My mother is gone
and though I move through life
shadows brush against me still.
Yet I long to reach the forgotten,
to lift weary hearts,
to lay a quiet hand upon the suffering,
strength to the poor,
and a spark for those who wander in darkness
To whisper that life…
even when cruel
is still worth holding on to.
Youth drifts away with time,
but beauty stays within—
in kindness given without asking,
in love that holds through every season,
in the light we pass from one soul to another.
That light is what lasts
what makes us beautiful, always.
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