It used to be that way
tear-drops hidden behind my smile
that shall never chance to fall
that shall never touch my face
that shall never hit the ground
A smile that held it all - buried
behind it lay shadows of a past
where years of who I could have been
were nothing but particles of dust
Drowning in dunes - dust to sand
swimming for the surface
struggling for air
as more of me was lost.......
All that I wanted to dream, reduced
all that was left of me was defence
any tear that shall escape
absorbed by the sand sculpture
of which I had become
by Just Me
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