Here i am
looking at the ground at my feet.
standing there, staring for a good while.
not wanting to move because i know something is there,
hidden beneath the topsoil.
I'm taken back by memories.
engulfed by all these thoughts of wishes
hopes
dreams.
not knowing what to do with them,
where to go with this.
i know i can move on
but i don't have the strength in me to do it right now.
taken back by the golden days
and the thoughts of happiness
that just seem so far long from here.
keep telling myself I'll get it back again
and turn those days back to gold,
instead of these
tarnished, black and gray shades
that i keep trying to polish
and give some shine to.
i stare at my feet at the ground below me,
knowing and picturing the gold underneath the soil
somewhere deep down there.
so far deep down
that I'll never know when I'll see it again.
nothing to do but wait for the wind
to blow away the ground below my feet
and finally expose the golden that will brighten these days
once again.
