From light to dark, a shifting sand,
My true self lost within this land.
A restless soul, I never knew
Why tides of change swept me from view.

For good, a wound within my heart,
For bad, a tear another's part.
In every act, a sting remains,
A constant thrum of sorrow's strains.

But pain, a teacher, harsh and grim,
Whispers, "You breathe, you're still within."
This human coil, though bruised and worn,
Carries a spark, though hope is torn.
~V