Life Inside a Desert Storm

Life has not been an easy feat for me. No it has been like a desert storm. The sand beneath my feet has become the many decisions I have made. These choices have become unsteady ground.  The wind tears at my skin much like the horde of voices claiming to know what’s best. The heat of the sun burns as my failures sink in. I cry as my mouth becomes dry for I thirst for an equal voice one that is hardly heard.

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