you were yearning to feel the dust
of the stars
frosting your fingertips.
faced with its infinite beauty
the darkness didn’t feel so lonely.
…
running your hand through the thin blades of grass
your palm in contact with their dewiness
the greenness
a moment of calm
in the push and pull of everyday life;
hope is a heavy burden.
…
you stretch out your legs,
back resting on the trunk of a towering gum tree
itsย leaves honouring you with their shade
away from the stark purity of the sunshine.
just a few minutes,
you tell yourself.
…
you count your breaths
inhale.
one
two
three
four
five
six
seven
exhale
one
two
three
four
five
repeat.
repeat.
…
hope is a heavy burden.
you wonder if
this is how your life
will stay.
finding small pockets in time
to breathe
because
the stresses of life
are slowly getting too much for you.
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