Dusty Rain

 

Buried a thousand old versions of me.

Thousands of gravestones,

lined up, unkept burial plots.

Weathered name etched,

over the landscape they blot.

Previous sketched

versions of the man

that I would be.

Reborn again. Weathered down by history

and the weary downpour of dusty rain.

 

Seen so many past resemblances

fade when they hit the sunlight.

Dissolve into the twilight

and float in the moonlight.

Now isn't the time for sentimentality.

Those old ghosts have to die.

Lessons learnt

from each footstep they took

Lessons learnt from every tear they cry.

Every drop.

like dusty rain from a leaden sky

 

Seen my reflection shatter

into a thousand grains of sand

and each grain explode into atoms.

Now they all start to merge,

blending

until nothing else matters

and a new figure

starts to emerge

from the dusty rain

 

Watched pages

get torn up.

Ripped

from my life's book.

Shredded,

old pages of history.

Words that created me.

Now set on fire,

embers flying again

and images of a new me

float by in the dusty rain.

 

 

 

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