What Makes Me

There is a daily grind
That whirs and mills the dust and air
So close to my fragile mind
It stirs and pulls at loosened hair

Somedays I sit and feel the breeze
Its gentle tug at all my cares
Let it caress me wantonly
But keep my distance well aware

There will be times I get too close
A finger snagged, arm yanked and snared
Caught and crushed between the stones
Left pulverized beyond repair

Best those days to just jump in
Deep breath, head first, without a care
Let it grind me down and then
Rebuild myself from powdered air

— April Resnick

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Flour Mill Interior & doves by Michael Dumas

~ by April on June 5, 2013.

4 Responses to “What Makes Me”

  1. Really great (and hopeful?) ending:

    Let it grind me down and then
    Rebuild myself from powdered air

  2. … losing the sense of self, and just watching the process, like a magician

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