29 April 2019

The beach

Rain sprinkling my face,
Soon to storm.
Sand running through my toes,
Will rub and burn my feet.
The oceans waves are calm,
A hidden monster lies in the deep.
I step to the waves with no fear,
Welcoming the pain it has to give.
It pushes and pulls, shoves and tugs
I do not waver under its force.
Shards of shell slash at my feet.
Rain pelts down my hair.
All washes away the pain I feel.
The pain at returning to the real world.
Here at the beach, where the world wants you down
I feel my highest, my strongest.
Here at the beach, I feel at peace.


-Seb

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