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P to K

© Anya Pham

© Anya Pham

Well, we didn’t
Fly away on little wings
We couldn’t
Bridge the gap of time

We couldn’t bury ourselves
In the red dirt
And we couldn’t
Let it all fall out of
Our little hands

We carried the weight on
Our narrow backs
As the water crept
Higher around our heads

Here we are
Black tails in the dust
But full of promise
As we always were

13 November 2013

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  • I find this hopeful and sad at the same time. It brings back the thoughts of ‘might have beens’ and ‘could never be.’

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    • Anya Pham

      I’ve faced a lot of hopes and dreams lately that will not be realized, but I’ve tried my best to let go of the expectations of my life and embrace what still can be. 🙂 Potential to Kinetic. 🙂

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