sand, wind and reality
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the beginning felt solid to me, like tasting another day with choice
and i am a drifter, one sifting as sand (not in an hourglass)
i am free like the wind,
so- this feeling i didn’t understand,
how could i?
i’m not one “planted by the rivers of water”
nestled beside a firm tree
suddenly: i pause and stare, completely unaware
that somehow in this reality -
you would attempt to manipulate my voice,
change my shape and mold me
don’t you dare!!!
become aware, that sand does not belong in your hand
(a feeling you better comprehend)
Just a little scribble
Copyright © Brandy Nicole | Year Posted 2019