I am a dry, curling leaf:

part sun, part rust

Stuttering on sidewalks

Vibrant to passersby,

dying since I broke

I am also black mud:

heavy with emptiness

Still a bit frozen within

Sucking at clunky boots,

begging for the next steps

See how I can weigh both

nothing

& everything?

How I can trudge through barren

years, but crumble at a whisper?

 

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