Day 296 – Sifting

when midnight struck my body
turned to sand, fell to the ground
i’m through a strainer now
a little every day to find what’s left

she sits with me, we’re sorting through
the formless pile that I’ve become
we pick up trinkets and decide
what each one means and where it’s from

some things were never mine but I
absorbed them just the same and now they’re
sitting in a box, I’m too afraid to toss them out
I’m too afraid to let them stay

but some of those things were always mine–
those things I’m gonna keep, put back
the diamonds that were lodged inside my heart

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