For a handful of soil

For a handful of soil

 

 

 I would give all for a handful of soil.

There I left my footsteps for the first time.

A Handful of soil was swallowed by the rubble.

For the handful of soil that I carry in my bosom.

Handful of soil on where I step freely.

Where my heart beats joyfully.

Handful of soil that remains behind the nails.

For her sun flowing in my veins.

Reviews

[Kane Hagwood]

For a short poem, I feel this has a lot to say. A sense of missing home, and what once was. While in the same vein, carrying home within your heart, wherever you may go. :)