Lost in the Ivy

 

Many of us are driven by fear

Hoping to stand out, yet

Longing to fade into the background

Secluded from prying eyes

While putting our lives on display

We stand in the sun

Statues unyielding

Suspended, bronze tarnished

Years etched by vines

Taking root around us

Climbing our immovable facades

Appearing as accessories of time

Historíes adorning us in starlight

Growing with the wind, and sun,

And rain washing us away

Until we are no longer more than

A frame for others’ memories