Hold and Release
Hold, hold onto the fleeting sands
Sands of time, slipping, sliding, gliding,
Gliding along your fingers, sticking,
Sticking with muddy matter as it lands,
Lands in crumbs, crystallized pellicules,
Pellicules, colored, reflecting light,
Light that has the might of hopes,
Hopes that are flimsier than sand’s plight.
Plight of a continuously flowing bowl,
Bowl, forming, disintegrating, blazing,
Blazing a trail, making inroads, Hansel style,
Style that helps you find your way home,. Honing,
Honing your abilities, like the sand castle,
Castle changing shape, hearing, experiencing,
Experiencing upheaval of life’s emotional,
Emotional grind that shatters peace, raking,
Raking your soul into strips and crumb,
Crumb, that your creative hands glue,
Glue back together, to form a superb,
Superb soul that glitters,
Glitters in the sun, and shimmers,
Shimmers in the raven sky, bringers,
Bringers of hope, elusive but tangible, elevates humans.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Poetry for Change 