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Sands of time
Life starts out with a slate so clean, As the sands of time begin with a trickle It begins with a word and then a wound unseen More words, then everything turns physical. As the sands of time begin to flow A heart begins to bleed Hanging on to a hope for a better tomorrow Trying to come to grips, it’s not guaranteed. As the sands of time begin to pour The cuts are much too deep Slicing all the way to the core Made to feel less than and cheap. As the sands of time begin to drip No matter how hard you try to hide Something inside begins to flip A part of you has died. As the sands of time begin to pour You begin living in reverse You sit up straight, take a deep breath, and open the door You take a step, all the things that held you tight begin to disperse. As the sands of time begin to flow God had reached down, you began to be healed. You came to realize that you did grow Like an onion, layer by layer, you were peeled. As the sands of time begin to trickle You are free to be yourself You have overcome every obstacle And there, as an open book lay on the shelf, Pages are clean A story unwritten It’s up to you to write the next scene, Or leave it just sittin. © Deborah Seale 2024
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