Essence

My life is like sand, spilling from the palms of my hands

Sifting through my fingers and I can’t stop it.

The castles I once built looked so grand and beautiful

And then the wave of reality crashed over it, knocking it down

Like it was nothing.

My life is like a drawing made out of sidewalk chalk

It was beautiful and vibrant reminding me of late

Summer nights and the smell of a bright bonfire

But then the rain came and washed it away

Like it was nothing.

My life is like a gentle cherry blossom that sways so easily

It goes this way and that and clings on for dear life

As the wind beats against it without mercy. The petals

Slowly fall away when all that remains is one until it too

Is gone leaving the branches naked and bare

Like it was nothing.

My life is like a star in the sky, shining as bright as could be

It glimmers like a beacon of light lost amid the thickened

Darkness of the sadness of space. Until it slowly grows cold

Becoming nothing more than a dead star, floating through

Eternity in silence, waiting for its long-awaited end

Like it was nothing.

My life is like sand, spilling from the palms of my hand

Is sifts through my fingertips and rains onto the flower

Beneath me. The flower I once did sow in

Hopes of reaping a dream. It slowly shriveled up and died.

Like it was nothing.