~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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:
...lovely...
It's true.
You are really lovely.
Thank you to two of my favourite people to read of, look at, and be inspired by...
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ahhhh! wow!
What can I say .. your words are beautiful :o)
I love your photography style!!!!
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