Once upon a time, came the End...

A poem about my memories and my identity

The waves keep crashing, more sand swept over,

keep sweeping, sweeping it all under,

to cover it all, make it disappear…

I am just a cover, a blank book

who would dare to pick me without knowing?

there is still a story here…

A bud blooming,

folding out, slowly it unravels,

watch me open up bit by bit.

But one cannot ignore,

the thorns that protect

and prevent the unfit.

Deep within the sand,

where grains become my soul,

myself is engraved.

Screaming breaks the silence,

you cannot help

what cannot be saved.

Glimpses of a world

that doesn’t exist

at least not to them.

Quality is tested, reflected

are you coal

or a gem?

A glass half full

she fights to smile, but…

can you see beauty in gloom?

A treasure, new and surprising

before you delved this deep,

what did you assume?

Everything takes you further,

past the point of no return

if you dare begin.

A new dawn is approaching

beware what you may find

the veil is getting thin.

The waves erode away the past

each tick of the clock

the more you understand.

This is how you go,

the roots reach till

the depths of the sand.

The shells whisper

tell of legend

spin a twisted tale…

Of a girl with braided hair,

at the top of a tower

wide-eyed and pale.

She awaits her knight,

so that she may share her soul,

but only meets day.

Building blocks,

that topple down,

oh the games she would play.

The dreams in the clouds,

the feathers and wings,

no limit in the sky…

But the wings froze,

fell to the ground,

where fantasies die.

Reality is there

the corner of her eye,

lurking out of shadowy sight.

the struggle to love

to forgive,

surrender the fight.