still we stand

We slowly shed everything beautiful. We lose the grip on all that is vibrant and wondrous and we watch the best things about us do a slow dance through the air, tumbling gracelessly into a pile of our strengths gathered at the feet of those who shook it all from us. All of our dreams lie scattered in the grass, waiting for the wind to pick them up and carry them to places far from our outstretched hands that were hoping for their return.

We become bare. We stand stripped, naked and cold. But we still stand.

Still we stand.