Tears of sand that will not be wiped away
A torrent now in the place of the older muddy streaks –
A sandstorm awakes.
Grainy and gritty the sensation
There are no eyes left to see
The manic in the mirror
Clutching her face and raking her hair.
Sleep is a dream far away.
How wonderful would it be
To dissolve into the air around
And fly free
Of limits
Responsibilities
And to cease being.
One day as myself.
A flawed and so imperfect me
But me nonetheless.
A spotlight on me
As I bask in glory
Surrounded by light.
My shadow grows stronger and darker
Engulfing my soul.
Unravelling the tapestry I have woven to date
To recreate the vision that is me
Acrid bitterness and dark shadows to be forgotten
Chased away by the beams of light that I glance
Through the shades of my heart
