A Brush with Destiny

I may have held destiny in my hands
But with my patience, allowing it time to heal
I may have missed when it was ready to feel
And as I watch it slip through my fingers
Like sand falling in an hourglass
I don’t know if I could have done anything
to hold on to it, it wasn’t meant to be
I now can see I am destined to walk alone
My hearts feelings will be locked up
There, they can’t hurt anyone's heart
Especially my own.