Set out years ago
Dropped breadcrumbs
Some no bigger than dust particles
Of the soul
Along the roads and paths
Thought I’d find my way back,
There’d be time
There’d be years
Be months
Weeks
Days
Seconds
Left before the sand
Absconded with the hourglass
To find the trail of dust and crumbs
Sweep and pour them
Back into the soul
Add a few ingredients
Create once more
From the beginning
But birds and squirrels
Feasted on the leavings
And I’ve no desire
To return to where I started.
Reblogged this on The Abject Muse and commented:
Found this fabulous piece by M. A Morris on Hearing the Mermaids Sing.
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I like this a LOT. You’ve captured my unspoken thoughts & feelings. Going to reblog, okay?
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Thank you! Having something reblogged is a great compliment!
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love it
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Thank you!
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