To See The Sea

Sand to make glass. Glass to

Hurt people… Untold memories of when

I watched pale sand

Slip through my fingers, and

Come back as unstoppable tides


My imagination

Carries my heart away to that

Childhood beach…

— When people fall

They shatter like glass


You slip through my fingers


Cutting my skin, but my memory

Doesn’t see where this sea

Ends —

I close my eyes to go back to the

Childhood beach… Sand to make

Glass; glass to hurt


The sea kept my memories

Dancing in its waves.

Glass to hurt people… Shattered

People fall like grains of sand


Will I ever

Return to see the sea?




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