Shifting Sands

Above the sand, he stands so high,

An outsider, looking in.

While I kick and scream and cry,

While I fight what I could never win.

Every moment that I fight,

To keep this smile wide and proud.

When everyone tells me I’m too light.

And my depression casts it’s shroud

But my soul aches, and my heart breaks,

And I’m lost in my own head.

But no one’s listening,

And I’m better off dead.

And the sand churns,

While my throat burns,

And I think, “what could be worse?”

I live a lie, I want to die, and I’m nothing but a curse.

But life finds a way, pulling further still.

I can’t breathe, no one’s coming for me.

The sand shifting, it’s only intent to kill.

I gasp and claw, reaching for the light,

And somehow, I’ve found a way.

Like a freed bird, I can finally take flight.

But I know it will catch up to me, one day.

And on that day, I’ll fight like hell,

Until my very last breath.

But the sand i just cannot quell,

One day it may be my death.