Lying on my feet
Do I? Do I have the need to be the pillar I once was before the earthquake?
Firm and tall I stood
But not today, I am just a memory
Lying scattered and hopeless on the ground
I am the fallen dust
Should I? Should I try to stand with my broken bones?
Will I? Will I be the next joke if I try to talk from my broken mind?
Look at me, dusty and broken under their feet
Trampled over like I never had any legs
Like I never stood at all
Do I? Do I have any legs or I lie amputated
Watching my shadow trying to dance like back in the days when autumn used to sing
Who? Who am I?
I am the fallen dust leaning on my feet
Praying for the gust of wind to pick me up again
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