We met in a sand covered land.
The water washed up onto an unknown shore.
Isolated together through happenstance,
but the land was ours to explore.
So, we began this unknown journey
that was foreign to both our souls.
A castle built of sand
which would last until we were old.
It wasn’t built on fairy tales.
It wasn’t built on romance.
It was built upon a sacred vow
and friendship upheld by chance.
Behind the back of the other,
another life was being led.
One that lurked outside the boundaries.
An omission of words unsaid.
We built a solid base
that reached three stories high.
Up to the sturdy curtain wall
to protect us from the night.
I mixed the sand with stones,
to craft the battlement with power and might,
But you removed those stones of strength
and replaced them with shale at night.
In the streaming sunlight
our castle continued to grow.
Steps laboriously sculpted to reach the bailey
where our children ran to and fro.
A moat dug deep around this dynasty
to embrace the dreams inside.
But alas the drawbridge didn’t suffice,
the inner enemy those dreams decried.
The final stage was upon us.
The keep seemed stalwart and fine.
But one soul of the castle was vulnerable
to his own cowardice and crime.
His other life took over
without any shame or remorse.
His boots began to crush the sand.
The lives he bludgeoned with force.
The aftermath was gruesome.
Our souls shredded with pain.
That the other so filled with betrayal
felt nothing but disdain.
You kicked over my sandcastle,
that I lovingly created with trust
to shield my children from brutality,
but you squashed it all to dust.
Why should I be so surprised
when the foundation was not true?
A sandcastle built on sand
Can be nothing but black and blue. ~ Anna Moreland
WILDFLOWERS by E. M. Duesel