Hanging on to the last threads of sanity.
Drifting through the air, blown this way and that.
As winds calm, falling softly on hard packed ground.
Lying there vulnerable, no longer attached to any life sustaining force.
Growing ever more brittle, an easy target for passers by.
The slightest bit of pressure disintegrates every bit into tiny pieces.
A gust of wind lifts the pieces, scattered and separated over many miles.
Separate yet the same, pieces of a whole.
Each one found far from where it began.
Growing ever more brittle, isolated, alone.
Each piece slowly dissolves into nothing, never again the same.
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Amanda McGuire
Just a girl writing for fun… With a passion for helping others and striving to always be my most authentic self.
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