• once_upon_my_poetry 45w


    For a long time
    I’ve been trying to cup the clouds
    With my hands
    And fill some pouches
    With mist
    Why does it always feel
    Like I’m pinned from vacuum?
    I can’t find my medium
    I burrow tirelessly through water
    And scatter seeds in fire
    Then weep when they burn
    I climb mountains
    Onerous and steep
    Holding on tight
    To dust
    Then wonder why my attempts
    Are futile
    The light I see
    Has weight
    Intricate and pressing
    Strenuous to perception
    Yet I carry it on my shoulders.
    I can’t find my medium
    Have you ever felt lost
    Trying to breath life?
    Rania D.