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Brittle

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
life seems brittle
and weak

those things i hold
dear
onto for life
tightly

crumble

turn to dust

i clutch the ashes
in my hand
knowing the wind
will steal the pieces

i walk for miles
both hands clenched
in fists
not of rage
but
to rage

against

the changes
brought by
life and wind

wind and life

on this solid granite
island
my island me
the winds
never cease

my fingernails
bite into my palms
the blood

mixing with ash

creates a dough
to form
a new
small piece

something too heavy
for
change

like a piece
of history
my story
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

6 comments:

Nancy*McKay said...

...lovely...

The Noisy Plume: said...

It's true.
You are really lovely.

CrowNology said...

Thank you to two of my favourite people to read of, look at, and be inspired by...
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kerin rose said...

ahhhh! wow!

Torilpia said...

What can I say .. your words are beautiful :o)

Line said...

I love your photography style!!!!