The Luna Moth
A comment on the endless pursuit of youth for beauty
We filter out every scar
Every line blurs as we seek perfection
Reality is not realistic as we count our value by the length of our telomeres
Computers generate aspirational fiction
Scraping away our skin to find something different
A hit, a like, an ad to fill the void
Dread every wrinkle, cry out when we start to gray
Age shown as a defect, instead of a story
A reminder of all we’ve been through
A memory of all the lives we’ve loved
And lost
Focus on how you looked, not how you felt
Irrelevancy is the new tragedy
We can’t compete if we don’t look the same
An unspoken battle, it’s never enough
It’s exhausting, this internal shame
Are we tired yet?
A Luna moth is at the height of its beauty
When its life is near the end
How much happier do you think we’d be
If we saw each other like we see them
About the Creator
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I’m a teacher who is just trying to figure out how to make sense of the world around me.
I usually write about social issues with a focus on disability and social justice.
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Comments (1)
I love the Luna moth. We had lots when I went to Tennessee!