tiny glimpse into my mind

depending on my heart,
it is either a desert made of sand
or skies falling apart as rain
and i’m the one caught in the wind
trying to gain clarity
from the pain of each and every attempt
to collect the sand, to collect the raindrops
they simply slip softly between my
fingers and sometimes sting my eyes,
but learning to let it all go
to just simply breathe, rest, stop –
slowly builds mountains upon which
i hope to climb to touch the skies

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: snippet

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