blood and sand

"Weakness can take the form of strength
Like insecurity takes the form of pride
The setting sun can take the form
Of a full moon on the rise
Sand can carry out to sea
Evidence of transgressions like sandal tracks
But never has there been a wave
That could carry away the past
A tongue can take the form of a knife
Like manipulation masquerades as care
A pointed phrase can bleed the heart dry
Faster than truth becomes a dare
Sand can coat the wound
And dry the blood of severed things
But never has there been a grain
That could sugarcoat the sting"

Corrigan