Grain-by-Grain

I found myself stuck in quicksand.

I found myself stuck in quicksand- able to move only my eyes. Unaware of the incoming tide that offered liberation. 

Each time I struggled to free myself, the constriction increased. The chorus of thoughts became louder.

you’re too much.

you’re no one special.

you got yourself into this mess, don’t dare ask for help getting out of it.

The minutes felt like hours. 

Numbness setting in. 

Left with nothing but my breath. 

A bird landed to my right. Recognizable only by the rhythmic beat of its wings.

A tear streamed down my face.

My gaze fell downward. 

I watched it hit the sand. 

The first time I looked at what was directly in front of me. 

grain by grain—I thought. 

 A flicker of hope ignited. Recalling my days of moving sand to uncover buried treasures. 

you get out of this, grain by grain. 

you have treasure to find. 

Just then a passerby appeared with a shovel,  “do you need some help over there”, they asked. 

And I did not avert my gaze. 

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