Salt

Standard

grains of salt

touch the lightest laugh

darkness stirs

where sparks once flew

broken pieces glint

in a tired sun

lost moments

beg to breathe again

where a subtle glow

looks to start again

fighting the shadows

longing to feel

the way it did before

time has played

an unpredictable game

there is no going back

just forward

past the grains of salt

where tired light

gleams so bright

 

 

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Words: free verse, c.b.w. 2017

(Timed writing: 10 minutes, no edits)

 

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