White Dust

White dust could represent so many things

For some, it could be the sand of their favorite happy place 

For others, it could be the addiction they have no intentions of breaking 

For me, it is the ashes 

How could I have not known? 

It’s always the people we think are the strongest

They soon become weak and tired 

Tired of the lies that they surround themselves with

I am weak. 

Being in a pew in a room filled with people who loved you most

felt so unreal. 

When people say I’ve changed, it’s because I’ve experienced loss 

Loss of my hero, my best friend, my father

I did not know how to go on living without you 

I struggle everyday to keep a smile on my face 

I’m then reminded of old memories with you and my struggle is no more 

I wish I could have continued memories further with you 

White dust could represent so many things 

For some, it could be the sand of their favorite happy place 

For others, it could be the addiction they have no intentions of breaking 

For me, it is the ashes