Soul Sand

A past friend once inquired

"What are you like?"

I gripped my soul in fists

Tore it apart, shredded it up

And on each scrap, some would say

Emily, she's a cautious step

Wouldn't a jump sound naive and gay?

"That girl" whispers her peers

"What a rug!" they scream, dragging down their lower lids and sticking out their tongues

"Everybody steps all over the quiet girl!"

I rise from my seat and stand

I am a spender, time is all but everlasting

Me? I am a file tin, I remember most

Exclamations are odd, everthing starts with a question

But a straight line on a dot? Hah!

Dear, Dear winter, its dying leaves and chilling breath

Quiet, still, calm, tranquil, yeah, it is only I who possesses thee

I am a follower, oh how I wish I was not!

Funny how the former had an exclamation

But I would not dare to even lead an elder to his seat,

I can barely hold myself, one would perceive

Down, I'd much rather ravish my toes in the dirt

It is far more divine than wetting your nose on the clouds

Instead of choking on the lack of air above

"Emily gives all she can!" the kids wail

"She fails to speak clearly, even some teachers have said."

I am sand

I fall apart and I never help anything

But if you ever stumble across a marvelous beach terrain, look at the sand

It is always near something beautiful

And that is every single one of you