like mud that seeps into sand
I mold into an unflattering form
At times the wind breezes
I shift. I shift

But even the blows cannot sculpt me
I am becoming fossilized
I can't breath and my heart hurts
I wait. I wait

The birds begin to peck at my dusty scalp
They all scowl at me
I must sit there and be mocked by
feathered creatures
I wish I could say "no more"
but I can't. I can't.