A fist closed so tight
Trying to hold on with all its might
Yet the sand trickles through
Fingers that were clenched till they turned blue
(A lousy rhyme with nausea-inducing phrases, it captures my mood today completely.
So wanting to let go, the fingers just don’t unclench and I wonder what I am more frightened of:
A new beginning or the end of the old me)
1 comment:
Don't have words for your words... awesome...
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