A WOMAN AT LAST

My dreams are dimming

Dimming in the light of reality

Clarity is fading into

The shadow of obscurity

Intention and purpose dissolving

Into survival

Ambition is swallowed

By fear that takes shape

As the future

All these plans I had

All the spiritedness of youth

Is sucked by the worry

Of the present

Like a sweet in the desert

Like the remnant of an Eden

I nibble away at it slowly

Hoping it won’t grow any smaller

But it does

And there is no more where it came from

All I have

Is a scent on a breeze.

Published by alexiima

Life's a party in a sunflower field. Even when we wilt, we are beautiful to behold.

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