Sifting

By Deb-Deb   

The sands of my life flow
Such fine grains
Such lasting pains
Gather at my weary feet

Both victory and defeat
Continue to linger
Point their lone finger
Straight at me

Who I long to be
Who I also end up being
Still left again unseeing
What I am meant to be

Lessons here unleashed
Bridges now burned
With me still crossing
Striving to reach the other side

With a truth so denied
Living a life of lies
With no real.... surprise

As I continue.... Sifting

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