The sound of chewing is loud
Grinding on my nerves
At this close proximity
Between my ears
My mind is eating itself
That churns in my guts
Is it the taste of excitement?
The dust has fallen
And now I must clean it up
Before launch day
The floors must be swept
And the invisible tinsel
That adorned hopes and wishes
Built into virtual steeples that reaches the ceiling
Is packed away
It’s almost a relief
To return to my skin
And the scrubbing of tiles in reality
Rather then leaning forward
Toppling into the uncertainty
Of a future holding so many wishes
That the bag gaped open at the bottom
And a few escaped
Trailing white fluff
From that thing I squeezed so hard
In a few weeks I will have forgotten this
And be building anew
8 thoughts on “Trampled dandelions”
Reminds me of the let down after working on a project and successfully finishing it.
All steam and then deflate! Not so much as a let down as a return to normalcy and it’s lovely to take the foot off the accelerator a little.
What an emotional roller coaster you’ve so expertly expressed here👏
We all have them – thanks Maria
Seems like a good moment for a rest maybe, you deserve it!
Thanks Kellie – tomorrow.
Trampled dandelions…what a beautiful way to describe the mental climax and descent 💚
Thanks Karla 💕