Battles of my own

There were bullets sprayed

Through my heart they tore

I took them right in

All is same as before

The wounds they rubbed

With salt, my eyes stung

From crying for help

My throat was sore

All is same as before

With grace and dignity

I fought my battles

Hit with cannons galore

All is same as before

As they penetrated my flesh

As they smothered my soul

In silence all this I bore

Defeated to the core

I stand alone, with glory gone

Nothing will ever be as it were before

I replace a gold ring that once had a stone

With a steel band that still shone

Sands....

The more tightly I gripped,

The more easily it slipped,

The hand never held the sand

For more than a split second.

I can't contain it,

I can't control it,

I can't have a plan,

It flies with wind.

I made my castle

I raised my flag

Came a wave and,

All became just sand.

It got washed away,

If not blown away,

It never remained,

Never lasted long.

It harbored snakes,

Was home to scorpians

That bit me & stung me,

Wounded, I will always be.

But some voice divine,

Tells me that the pain

It will be healed

By these very sands,

The sands of time.....