Small Breaths

No matter that my heart sinks,
Sighs, with the weight of skeletons-

Paths I forgot to follow
Have slowly sealed

Rooms go unrecognised
For fear of change

And I cry at the uncertainty of rainbows.

All the daydreams I stole,
Refusing to give them back

Are stored as silver dust
And each day is a small breath.

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Small Breaths