Tattered By Time

This poem is a quiet companion to the passing years (mine especially)
It listens to the way time wears us down without noise or ceremony
It speaks to the soft damage we carry and the beauty that survives it
A reflection on how the soul frays, not because it is weak
But because it stayed open long enough to feel everything.

I know a lot of us feel this way sometimes... There is always a way out. A way to the light.