Ethereal Touch

Sometimes one creates great expectations about something and then everything goes wrong and the "sand castle" they formed is destroyed by an imprudent movement. I had constructed some of those castles and saw them vanish, because I had been too careful when I had to be strong and was too hasty when I had to be subtle. I wouldn't care a second about it if the only one involved was myself, but there are ever someone else that is hurt when a Castle falls down.

"The show must go on", people say, and they are right. So, once more, I collected what remained of my broken heart and prepared it for the best and the worst Life has reserved to me. This text is it, a recollection of pieces of thoughts and feelings, joined to recall me that I shouldn't build anymore Castles out of Sand, but I know myself well enough to be sure I will.

I'm not good enough a writer to create good rhymes, so I make the rhythm more important to my poems, if one could call them so. This one sounds like a "sad ballad". I hope you like it, anyway...