Bones

 

Don’t hold on

to dreams

until they die.

Let them go.

The comfort

of holding them

in your hand

will fade,

until one day

all you’ll hold

is bones.

You can’t

make a life

of smoke.

You can’t fly

on wings

you’ve never grown.

Watching you

dropping

like a stone.

Get out

of your way.

Open up

and let go.

 

 

HG – 2021

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