Like Sand

Like sand

I sit here on the beach.
Just wondering why it all began.
This sadness that seems to follow me.
The waves crash slowly and gently.
Not a soul around me.
It easy though to imagine the beach full.
Full of smiles
Full of joy
Full of happiness
Full of things past me
Where did it turn for me?
I have no answer.
I pick up a handful of sand.
My hand is full.
Then sand starts to fall.
The pile getting smaller and smaller.
Grain by grain
All I can do is watch it go.
And wonder why.
Happiness slips from my hands it seems too.
Just like the grains of sand.
I grab more but what is the use
I can’t seem to keep my hands full.
It always seems to be slipping though.
I can hold it tighter but it doesn’t matter.
I only left but a few grains.
They just slip on through.
Maybe I need a hand to help me hold it.
To help me keep it.
It can’t just keep on slipping through.
I am tired of wondering why.
I am tired of trying to find a way to hold on.
I am tired, just simply tired.
Another handful of sand only means more fleeting joy
More fleeting happiness
As it just slips on through.
The waves no longer seem gentle
There crashing more violent.
The beach more empty.
The day so cold.
The sand so hard.
I can’t reach for more.
I can’t reach for more.
It has all slipped away.