Grains Of Sand Poem by Richa Tiwari Joshi

May be your leaving was a sign that dreams that I held precious were grains of sand, keeping me blind to the reality of roads that need to be walked alone. You threw me out from the only heart which felt like home, I have nowhere to go, left stranded in a road where no one walks; silently I pick all the pieces so that I can finally move on but every step I take, bring me back to the ruins that I have become, an ugly piece of broken pottery that nowhere fits!