I have survived everything but I fear I cannot survive myself.
I am every age all of the time.
I am a 6 month old sold and starved.
I am an 8 year old discovering man.
I am a 14 year old witnessing motherhood.
I am 23.
I am often compared to the moon.
A balance of light and dark.
Ethereal yet haunting.
I am more like the sun.
Not for its warmth.
Not for its life and beauty.
But for the way it burns.
I am the sun.
It is destruction.
It is rage in celestial form.
It is death.
I am every age I have ever been.
I have survived everything.
But who can survive the sun?
'23' -B.M.


















