Release
My sand seeps from it's fragile sack,
and I keep it exposed,
but I keep it intact.
I held the sands that fell around him,
and kept them safe,
kept them close at hand.
Even after my body couldn't take his weight
and collapsed into a ditch
leaving scattered grains,
I still swept up the mess and held them close.
Peeking, ever so often,
at what made me so morose.
He gave me courage I couldn't achieve,
and thrusted my hands forward
to send the sands out to sea.
The End
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Release, which
was posted on Apr 22, 2010 by
Aimelia.
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"This is about not dwelling in the past. Letting go of something doesn't have to ..."
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Love / Romance, Philosophy / Moral
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