Footsteps in the Sand

Your words fell like
footsteps in the sand.
I followed the path
laid out by your words
only to never be seen again.
I lost my way and went
where nobody could find me.
I tried to get back to you
but the glare in my eyes
were the blurred lines
that blocked my view of you.

When I re-traced my steps,
tried to find you again
I walked back to a place
where all the grains of sand
had been smoothed over
by years of disuse. No
trace remained of your
footsteps in the sand.
And I was never able to find
my way back to you again.

Peace & Love,


footsteps in the sand


About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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