Crafted from grit--
sand beneath my feet.
Fired in flames--
molten glass of my heart.
I hand yours over willfully,
resisting the urge to throw it to the ground,
watch it splinter,
hear it shatter.
I have been allowed to hold it,
but been proven unfit to carry it.
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- carly
- pittsburgh, pennsylvania, United States
- i'm not like that. except when i am.
in someone else's words...
"You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
The rim of the sky will be the color of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire."
Anna Akhmatova
And think: she wanted storms.
The rim of the sky will be the color of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire."
Anna Akhmatova
1 comment:
Grit; what a solid, vivid word.
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