|photo by Kelsey Hannah|
are you awake?
your thoughts knitted between your fingers
hands drawing images of longing into the air
remember, the dreams
and ideas, which pulled you forward?
remember, the hopes
and ambitions, which helped to steady your feet?
all those premonitions you had
are slowly finding its place
like skin - we shed our souls
and stand as survivors
there is a certain ache of existing present
somehow the glowing sunrays decrease it
a comforting sound, a silent echo behind our steps
guiding us back into dust
are we awake?
*Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 214.