helping hands

there is quicksand
in life.
giant puddles
of soft wet sand
that you don't
see until
it's too late.
sometimes there
is a vine
nearby that you
can use to pull
yourself out,
other times
a friend or lover
might be in
the near vicinity
to give you a
helping hand.
maybe a brother
or sister is
strolling about,
but don't
count on it,
they're very busy
with their
own lives
and sinking sand.