a fistful of wishes
is all i have:
if i let go, i’m afraid
they’ll wither away,
like dandelion petals
on the back of a rescue dog;
if i hold on too long,
I’m afraid -
they’ll crumble -
like my illusions of being.
the fist gets tighter;
and i’m still waiting -
for the punchline.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 9:34 AM UTC
a fistful of wishes
is all i have:
if i let go, i’m afraid
they’ll wither away,
like dandelion petals
on the back of a rescue dog;
if i hold on too long,
I’m afraid -
they’ll crumble -
like my illusions of being.
the fist gets tighter;
and i’m still waiting -
for the punchline.
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