what begins as patience
turmoils into a rapid fire heartbeat
anticipating the final breath
I can finally breathe.
a single speck in a hoarde of sand dunes
an uncovered history there and gone
in an instant
as the passerbys pass by, toward another earth of speckled soil.
I watch winds whisk them away.
in a moment, and only a moment I needed
to understand my presence along the waves
a minuscule presence yet so significant.
soon, I breathe
a deep one out and in.
… … …
exceptional periods of waiting
call for existential prevalences of thought.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Thanks to @tpl.teens on Instagram for providing the poem prompt on their IG story!
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