Hourglass
I crave these moments, all alone
No judging eyes or casting stones
I remove my mask to reveal my tears
No questions asked, as no one’s here
I check the doors and windows too
Once double locked, I’m calm as you
I’m not unworthy, nor, beneath
No rush or hurry, to fight the grief
I just exist. Myself and I
Tears pour until my eyes are dry
I needn’t force a smile for show
Or tuck my sadness, down below
Sadly, though, these moments pass
My joy slips through the hourglass
Too elusive to be grasped
Nothing good was meant to last
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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