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I dissolve.
Like a sand castle pulled back to the sea, disappearing with every wave, I am vanishing.
Though I stand before you as always, what I could have become is eroding away. Leaving behind a indistinguishable golem, an automation of clay.
I can feel the pull, slight as it is. Reducing me, seducing me, into not trying.
Giving in to the lure of settling, for less.
Swiping left, whatever chance I may have had, to achieve the unachievable.
I asked for little, you gave me less.
My dream for me was not your dream.
So now you are the tide that rolls over my weak sand castle wall.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Comments (1)
"I asked for little, you gave me less." Gosh that line hit me so hard. Loved your poignant poem!