grain of sand

in your hand
a grain of sand
i am tough
beaten by the tides.

held tightly
sometimes i feel the pressure rise.
but i am tough
beaten by the tides.

there are days
that pass like a year
i am overwhelmed by
all my fear.
almost drowned
so tightly wound.

in your hand
a grain of sand.
i may not look like much
rough to the touch.
beaten by the tides,
softened my insides.

seemingly insignificant
a single particle.
but if I am not
there is an empty space.

i am somewhere in the equasion
of a whole.
a part of the sea of souls.

a grain of sand
hiding in your oyster hand,
waiting to unfurl
becoming a pearl.