Castles

Keep watch over her.
She will sculpt sandcastles on the shores of her mind
And give way for the sun to solidify them.
She will expect the sun to do the same with sand as it does with skin
—Make her castle thick and shiny.
Someone, 
Tell her!
The tide can come like a thief in broad daylight.
It is better to learn quickly the art of rebuilding,
She will have to do it all her life;
Location, location, location;
Foundation, foundation, foundation.
A woman is dangerous with shovels as hands.
She will dig within herself to find the heart of the earth,
Piling pieces of pride on the periphery of her passage.
Her old selves will bear witness of its recovery
And once found, she will spread it as cure.
From sand she found she could create castles and roads
In places even the tide feared to go.