Grasping

I’m grasping for anything tangible
Anything of substance
It’s all smoke
Chaff in the wind
I reach out my hand
My fingers stretch
Wrap around…. nothing
Oh my heart burns
Then tightens
Then goes numb
Then pounds so hard
I’m losing everything when I had nothing
But it felt like…. everything


©️tara caribou – 2018

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