Poetry

Songs Of Skin

“Listen to the song of my skin.
Tell me, what is it you hear?”

Like the ivory keys on a piano, the skin that covers my insides has a story to tell. A sound that will spring forth from the memories of not-so- and long ago. Each tune turns to a melody, and just like that, an opus is playing. The stories we can tell and the memories we share make up life as we know it, and seldom do we have the opportunity to listen, as if from a distance, and truly appreciate all that has been and ever will be.

© Sarah Doughty

Otherwise, what is life?

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