Shifting sands

Can you tell me why
every time I’m edging closer
it just feels like
I’m treading on my shadow.

On the sands of borrowed time
the hours shift so gently
catching breath
always treading on my shadow.

So how can you know
why I fade into my footsteps?
how do you find me
when there’s nothing left to see?

You show me you believe
that we’re strong enough to weather this
You keep holding on
and I fight you to let go.

Acting like my gravity
promising to anchor me
Your grip keeps me safe
and I fight you to let go.

Image from Creative Commons, courtesy of Max and Dee Bernt

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Wow..a bit dramatic. 😉

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