Poem - Little - Skyler Wolf Jones

By: Skyler Wolf Jones

A little piece of dirt,
I see you, dried up in the scorching sun,
Waiting for a drop of rain,
To soak away the cracks and pain.
A little piece of land,
With dirt and bugs a little bland,
No vegetation growing in this earth,
I wonder what it’s worth.
A little piece of me,
Deserted from the life I know,
Is this the way I want to live,
No experiences to help me grow.
Moisture for the dirt,
Water for the land,
Emotion for my life,
And the will to take a stand.
All the little pieces,
Are essential for the whole,
All the little life experiences,
Are essential for your soul.
Give yourself a little dream,
Take a little glance,
At the life you’ve left out to dry,
Give it another chance.

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