Elusive Sand

Fast forward this life of ours?
Hell will not let us through
Ours is both pain and pleasures
Where rain and fire ensues

Ours is to touch the sky
Yet to fall back to the earth
With bloodied nose, on bended knee
To reflect on our own rebirth

We will not run from sorrow
But hold it in our hands
For without this endurance
Joy is elusive sand

It will slip between our fingers
Until we pay the hefty dues
For there is naught without the other
And we have balanced up the tolls

©JNijs2015

Picture from Pixabay

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