Shaquana Adams- Three Poems

All Good Things Come To An End

The waves at my ankles

The sand between my toes

The shell in my hand

The ghost by my side

A memory on my mind

A soul left to die

…A soul left to live

A tear left to dry

One passenger in the car

One tissue on her lap

One hand gripping the wheel

One less purpose left

It’s as if she was a dress hanging to dry

Had two clothespins, now has one

Barely hanging.

Not too sad

I caught myself in the past.

A boy in a restaurant next to me,

It's my birthday.

At first. I read nothing in his face, 

but he takes my hand in his,

and smiles.

And even though it's too late,

I smile back.

A sparkle

Cold as ice,

Dying of life,

The North Star shines in the night.

Hope.

Shaquana Adams is lives in South Carolina. She has a bachelors in Political Science. She enjoys reading, yoga and crocheting.