The end of another long day, and I lay my head on my pillow.

I observe my face, and I see a map of 31 years.

Wrinkles form rivers on my forehead, sun damage like illusions of terrain, scars resembling valleys.

Struggles built the skin strong, triumphs kept the skin soft.

Happiness made a home in ridges along the sides of the mouth, where loneliness sometimes finds itself wayward.

The soul sits calmly in orbit, speaking quietly to another soul that meets its gaze.

This is me, still unfinished.

Today, as it is any day, it is enough.

Original photo by Kate Blanco taken at the corner of Hoyt and Fulton Streets in Brooklyn, NY. Also posted at

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