“Sandcastle Solutions”

 “Sandcastle Solutions”

She offered herself up on an altar of strangers

For the blessings of a thoughtless moment

To the god ,with a sculpted body, a blurry face and cold hands

And in those hands, she committed herself into,

with blind faith and broken identity

scars on her that no foundation could cover

the Truth bled through her

her truth was so paper thin, so fragile and frail

that her cries for help had become whisper and sandcastle

dirt. flesh. fire.

Was that all he had to give?

Was that all she was meant to receive?

Until she replaces her truth for Truth, she will never know.