ANSIR® Profile: Sage / Empath / Empath
Boss: Empath

Slipping Away

I walk along the beach,
And pick up a handful of sand.
It slips and slides so easily
Between my fingers.
One moment it is there,
The next fallen away;
No matter how tight my grip
Or desperate my plea,
It still slips away.
I hold on tighter,
It slips out faster;
I loosen my hand,
And it all flies away.
I cry so childlike
As the sand slides from
My fingers; desperate,
So desperate my heart
To keep this sand here.
The only way to hold on
Is to dip it in the waves,
To make it wet and sticky,
But then it isn't sand.
It's mud.
Not the soft shining beauty
That warms my skin as I go,
But a murky, mucky mix
That clings to me,
Staining me with dark blackness.
I have to let go.
Farewell my friend.

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