Kezzi-Rose

I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies. Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth; Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore; The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk Or when life became pain and it was your only release. Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences They are our travel journals and emotional diaries Our delicate armour to the elements. And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact If you sometimes t