Waves

Waves of pain and anguish,
washing across the sand.
Like shards of broken glass,
having already cut the hand.
Love traded for compassion.
Such a fine line between...
Only good intentions meant.
Heart blinded, sight left unseen.
Until there is realization,
the hand that bleeds is yours..
Heart goes on breaking as
the shards cut more and more.

by: Gina Wooten