Sands of My Broken Timing Glass: Reprise

Poem

And what I saw were mistakes
that a child makes
with her entire fragile frame
of mind,
seeing nothing
but the sands of time
as she races to finish
her self-steepened climb.

So, dear, at the top I’ll be waiting
where the golden rays
I’ve soaked in from the sun
will shine through my eyes
and heal your wounds
and brighten your blackened skies.

Do not fear
for I do not watch you,
I watch over you.

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