Grains of Sand

Job. 6:3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

Grains of Sand

Shards of glass, window broken

Words unsaid, never spoken

Lining up the grains of sand

I reach out to grasp a hand.

No one sees me standing there

Arms outstretched in deep despair.

Calls unheard, emotions dripping

Grains of sand, my fingers slipping.

Fragments of a former storm

Threads just barely keep me warm

I extend a trembling hand

Seeking out one grain of sand.

There along the barren shore

I am offered an open door.

Carried from this desolate land

Rainbows blink on grains of sand.

Prov. 27:3 A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.

 

 

Pieces of Me

Pieces of Me
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Pieces of me lay strewn around
always lost and never found.
A little here a tad bit there
I gave myself without a care.

Pieces of me I’ve handed out
I didn’t worry; I had no doubt.
Remnants I have left behind,
never retrieve, never find.

Pieces of me others have broken;
took my heart as a token.
spit it out and tossed it back
returned to me all they lack.

Pieces of me are here to use
often a slice, rarely a bruise.
My beating heart no worse for wear.
Gave it my all without a care.

Pieces of me I sweep off the floor,
returning the me I was before.
I can not hope for things not present,
I’ll fake a smile and seem real pleasant.

Pieces of me may forever be lost.
Sometimes this is what it cost.
I’ll  find the shards, use some glue
restore the me I always knew!