Grains of Sand
When we were one
I was a grain of sand that no one could see
One amongst millions
I was 100 percent pure quartz crystal but that didn’t matter
The world is saturated
That’s just how it’s supposed to be
I used to soak in the sun anyways
With terrible headaches
Until I discovered the shadow
And now I’m just a secret observer
Of all the pieces thrown into disarray
Warm, powdery, soft pieces
I don’t know any of their names
But their eyes are the saddest I’ve ever seen
And now I understand
We are all grains of sand
Cut from a forgotten ancient rock
Thousands of miles away from here
Someplace was our home
Someplace long ago when we were one
But now we’re broken in pieces
Warm, powdery, soft pieces that can never stick back
Scattered along the scorching coast
Too many to ever count
Too many to ever know
Unable to reconnect our rough nostalgic edges
Learning to live on our own
In this new place we call home
The world is complicated
That’s just how it’s supposed to be
But now I understand
We are all grains of sand
About the Creator
Ingrid Hoyos
Former journalist. Freelance writer. Perpetually curious. Painfully creative. Poetry is my outlet.
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