Through the Sand
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 a...
