Poetry: Sand on the Floor

 

Sand on the Floor

i offered, 

of what's left 

amidst these misty days of doubt

i said,

'here, take this scraps of human left of me'

in return for my lost soul

wandering through thick forest of uncertainty,

while hope clings onto my clouds,

clouds that gifted shade

on my rainy skies 

above my heavy head

my eyes always greets the sands covering my tired feet,

when i wished to speak to the heavens instead, 

i think about why that happens, 

a lot, 

till that night, 

i greeted my twenty eighth mortal year ,

the candles on my cake whispered brightly,

"wake up"

then i realised,

all i needed to do,

was to look up. 

💗By Jessica John Posko