I run my finger through the sand

Sending a message to whom I can

Squiggles and curves make letters and words

My thoughts form sentences to be read and heard

I take my time to ensure I am clear

Try as I might I can’t shake this fear

I pour myself into what I have wrote

Now that I have finished I dare to hope

I know better of course I do

For no one will see who I wrote this to

All will look with a blind eye

Smile and wave as they pass on by

I will try again perhaps it’s my medium

Perhaps they will see next time they come

Though I know this will never be true

Because the one who reads is always you