In my palm, full of dust,
my dreams blur and fade…
Everything I try to hold
slips through my fingers,
falling like grains of sand.
All my efforts
like mist in the air
impossible to grasp, impossible to touch,
I remain lost in a hazy vision.
I reach for the light,
yet dust fills my eyes;
as clouds sink lower,
my world is tangled in shadows.
And yet
As I open my palm once more,
I will shake the dust away,
to find myself again
within these blurred dreams.
Because, in truth
dust is not pain,
but soil striving
to become a diamond.
When the clouds of doubt drift away,
my dreams will shine brighter than before.
The journey is not over halfway
with these very hands,
I will shape my new world again.
By Lann