Hourglass

Sand flows easily through my fingers

Just as easily as 

your words

Spinning in my ears because

Where does it start? 

Or end? 

I can't see the end, nor the beginning, and yet, 

You remain so convinced here, 

where I live, where you cannot see, 

that it must exist, you insist, 

There! You point, 

and yet, isn't it dark for you? 

Why remain so persistent? 

When blindness is the truth you have yet to accept

Love, 

There is no start, nor end, 

Here, there is but endlessly looping words, 

spinning around each other, but I 

can rise above now, 

Now, the truth becomes apparent, 

I was never blind; 

Your words flow past me, 

Their power stripped but then again, 

Hadn't they always been? Here, 

You've never moved, but I 

will break free.