Quicksand - The Secret Sisters

It isn’t easy growing up when you’re afraid of sinking down

Suffocating, anticipating

A deep hole in the ground

Full of quicksand

I thought the wicked twisting fingers of a stormy summer sky

Or the monsters in the water would be likely way to die

But the danger that consumed me was the thought of drowning dry

Beneath the quicksand

Falling into quicksand

Well I am older, none the wiser, but I overcame the dread

To discover that the fury would ever rage within my head

And I worry over failing in my marriage, in my muse

About the father and the mother I am terrified to lose

I am scared of cruel leaders and a world gone up in flames

And the very troubled neighbors

And the consequence of pain

And it feels like quicksand

Falling into quicksand