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Sands of Time In a Dreamlike Haze My World was turned to sand The silver tears of Earth Just slipping through my hands The hourglass saves no one Counting every grain it holds Bit by bit from Birth As if lives were bought and sold From our Highest Hopes To the deepest of our Fears I saw the measure of our worth I saw its tally’s of the Years The trickle of our lives Slips between our cupping hands Though we know not when it ends We are the keepers of our Sand. In Dedication to my Sister-in-Arms, Alecia S. Good

Dawns light seared my soul today, Softly stabbed me in the heart; My heavy shackles overthrown, The kind that numbed me to the bone, Have revealed the hidden parts, The Ones I thought I'd locked away. The Ones that make me wish for rain, To wash it all away again; The scabs that never really healed, Still forced forever to be sealed. All shut away, and all alone, A tiny seed made strong its roots; Fed by every prick of pain, More purchase on my soul it claimed; By Sharpened by Points I once thought moot, Into a dark dank Thing it's grown. The Crutch, it has been cast away; The shielding fog has passed; Now this twisted Thing