Sand castle

Powerless and careless,
I am a sand castle built too close to the sea,
all I see are the dark waters coming to drape me in oblivion.
My trillions of pieces will be scattered-
doomed to be faultily reconstructed elsewhere.
I doubt I can bear another resurrection,
but it seems enduring is my only choice.
The boiling ocean takes me bit by bit.
Maybe, if I am lucky-
I will one day be turned into glass.
Glass loses itself so proudly,
crashing and shatering,
sharp and mean.
All I can do is be trodden on,
and later- silently slip away into destruction.