There once existed a young girl

The sandbox was her home

Her bruised knees sunk into the small granules

Her hair wore in pigtails swaying in the wind

The sun kissed her cheeks

Mudpies, volcanos, and castles

She could make up anything

In this sandbox of hers

There were no limits to her creation

And she held the universe at her fingertips

There once was existed a young girl

Who was now an older girl

Her sandbox had been empty for years now

And the sun felt too hot on her skin

The grass too prickly on her feet

She hated the messiness of sand

Everything seemed to irritate her

Everything bothered her in a way

That she would lay in her room at night

And wish she could feel what happy felt like

But she didn’t understand that word

Happy 

And as she lie in bed her eyes glazed at the ceiling fan

A single tear crawled down her face

There once existed a young girl

Who was now an even older girl

She had worked very hard to get better

Things still irritated her

But she started to find beauty in nature

And soon found simplicity did not annoy

She was fascinated by many things

The vast “what if’s” of the world

Until one day in her Anatomy class

She learned that there are as many planets as grains of sand on Earth

Now she didn’t know how to feel about this

And she thought of her sandbox

The young girl who was now an older girl realized

That when you are young your sandbox looks very different

Than when you are older 

She thought of the sandbox she played in when she was young as if

They were planets in the sky

And if the place she lived was only a single grain of sand

Then what was she?

The young girl who was now an older girl realized that she was nothing but a piece of dust; to be blown away and forgotten

And it was her choice what to do about it

Yet everyday she wishes every day that she could just see sand in her sandbox

But now all she sees

Is a sandbox in the sky