Monday, May 1, 2017

Pieces of Me by, Melissa R. Mendelson

Pieces of Me


White pages whisper in the wind,

hovering low to the ground

as I drag my feet,

uncertain of where I’m going.

Silence holds my mind

as my eyes fall on darkness,

afraid to face the dreams

that beg to be lived

not buried within.

Alone I stand,

surrounded by the pages

that yet have to be written.

The question burns

in a heart left cold

buried under vines of my soul

if time will continue to walk ahead

without a look back on the footprints

fading quickly behind me?

Will I become a ghost here,

another blank face in the crowd,

or will I find the courage

to take the pen,

write the pages

that whisper in the wind?



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