Sands of Time
by Maria Isabel Cecilia Pascual
(Sahara caged within an hourglass...) ~~~
It mirrors what I'm feeling inside,
New ideas that became old and stale.
Luminous spirits that lives within,
Yet not able to shine at all.
Blessed with a heart so generous,
Yet not able to love truly.
Blessed with gentle hands that could mold and create,
Yet not able to reach out and feel.
Blessed with nimble feet yet not able to flee,
Chained down with life's responsibilities.
Blessed with the sweetest of voice,
Yet not able to utter a single word or a note.
Wings of dreams so magnificent,
Yet not able to ride the wind...
Nor the chance to take-off or fly at all.
Pair of eyes that could see far and beyond,
Yet could not stare much longer,
To find out the many colours of the rainbow...
So many constraints in order to live and exist...
To give up something so dear to us
In order to gain flimsy things,
That our society deemed important and of value.
Most would call it many facets of life's injustices
But some would say...
It's a choice; a sacrifice?
I wish I have all the answers; but I don't.
I have only one thing in mind...
"This is life's bitter-sweet reality!"