Your Face is the Roadmap

gray0328

 

The mirror sketches the rivers' descent,  

cheekbones holding valleys that weep time.  

Each line, a trail carved by laughter,    

furrows that echo a mother’s sigh.  

 

The scar above my brow, crossed timber—  

a childhood tree I fell from once.  

My lips, soft creeks eroded by silence,  

press closed like gates against their ache.  

 

Across my forehead, continents rise, shift,  

moments tectonic in heat and regret.  

Eyes pull tides, a universe they've weathered,  

their gaze laden with moons of longing.  

 

The jaw bends under pressure, love's weight,  

its hinge a battlefield of clenched years.  

Every pore whispers of wind and journeys,  

a cartographer drawing breath in flesh.  

 

This skin of mine holds braided highways,  

life's map etched deep upon its terrain.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2025 10:35
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  • sorenbarrett

    A physical map etched in flesh. Our faces tell of our journeys. Nicely written Gray

    • gray0328

      Thanks Soren for sharing your feedback brother

      • sorenbarrett

        Most welcome

      • Thomas W Case

        Superb work, my friend.

        • gray0328

          Thank You brother I always appreciate your feedback and support

        • Poetic Licence

          A lovely write, reminds me of my grandad, a face that told a thousand stories, so lived in, enjoyed the read

          • gray0328

            Thanks for sharing your feedback on my work

            • Poetic Licence

              You are very welcome

            • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

              great write



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