I dissolve.
Like a sand castle pulled back to the sea, disappearing with every wave, I am vanishing.
Though I stand before you as always, what I could have become is eroding away. Leaving behind a indistinguishable golem, an automation of clay.
I can feel the pull, slight as it is. Reducing me, seducing me, into not trying.
Giving in to the lure of settling, for less.
Swiping left, whatever chance I may have had, to achieve the unachievable.
I asked for little, you gave me less.
My dream for me was not your dream.
So now you are the tide that rolls over my weak sand castle wall.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Lifting the Curtain to a Successful Month
April has been a fantastic month for me in terms of writing endeavors. I’d like to share what’s been so great about it just as many other writers would do. Share successes. I’ve noticed other writers or artists have shared successes and when you just see the snippet of their success, it appears everything has been going right for them all along. But we haven’t seen behind the curtain, we haven’t seen their hard work and their failures and those months that were fraught with disappointment. In everyone’s case, it’s far from the truth. But for the outside observer it isn’t always apparent.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 days ago in Writers
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"I asked for little, you gave me less." Gosh that line hit me so hard. Loved your poignant poem!