Some days I feel like powder
Crushed to dust
A drop of rain
A gentle breeze
Could make me disappear.
Some days I feel like powder
Chalk on board
A written thought
A lesson learned
All gone with just a wipe.




I’m not really sure where in my brain this came from. I was standing outside, sipping my coffee, watching the day break. Cloudy and gray, but I wasn’t feeling sad or even feeling anything in particular.

I tried to add a few more verses to include some positive thoughts, but I couldn’t seem to make them work. Those lines felt out of place.

When a poem wants to be born from your imagination there is no choice but to let it happen.

Thanks for reading!

~ Tami

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