“Why would you do this again?”
Why wouldn’t I.
Maybe the scar tissue will protect
A thicker skin.
Scraped knees will heal again.
Limp arms by my side still,
Bright eyes with dark circles,
Too tired to stay open
Still searching against their lids.
Maybe this time I won’t crumble
Sand castle legs in high tide.
There’s no kingdom here.
Weathered remains of pure intentions.
Begging dirt to turn to diamond.
I grip my hope in pressure,
Watching granules become smaller
Never holding together long enough.
Water rising as high as my hopes,
The end lapping at my knees.
Why wouldn’t I?
I was a child kicking down sand castles
Every one I built met the same demise.
How could I blame him
For doing the same.