Purpose
Feb 13, 2023
When I drift off to distant lands,
I imagine I am as light as air
like a bed of ashes
in your hair,
I soon find myself
everywhere.
My pieces,
a disparate desperate affair,
my body burning,
breaking
and struggling to repair.
I work fast to gather myself,
collect all these parts
into some complete form,
but my ashes have spread so far
that I am partitioned across the ocean
and on seven continents.
You snap your fingers in front of my eyes,
but I am gone
no telling where my heart lies
I stare blankly at the bottom of a pool
and hope that my soul is in its reflection.
