spirit

the dark heavy heart
knows the weight of broken dreams.
but the soul leads on.

the early morning.
the smoggy drudgery starts.
bowed heads in grievance.

i watch the driver
winding through the dark tunnel.
i can’t see the light.

the tall golden boy
befriends just the chosen few.
me without a friend.

long dry dusty roads
should be carrying me home.
mirrors and mirage.

i know i am small.
but from the small come the big.
i can move mountains.