My toes are in the sand,

The warm outter layer breaking away

Revealing a cool undertone, like the sound of a flute,

Soft and sweet, melodic.

The gentle crash and fold

Of the waves guide my breath.

Rhythmic and calm, melodic.

My heart beats like waves

splashing up against kelp covered rocks.

Strong and steady, melodic.

My skin laps up the sun’s peachy, gold rays

Observing the warmth like the love of another day.

I hold myself tenderly,

Letting the salty gusts of wind

Circulate through my body,

Healing myself from within.

I close my eyes and capture the stillness

Of dawn, in its unwavering strength

And undeniable wisdom.

In that moment,

I find love for my enemies.

In that moment,

I find joy in my pain.

In that moment,

I find a wish

Tempting fate,

Ready to break away.

As the burnt orange sun

Rises over scenic waves

And a steady horizon line of a soft, velvet black

I look out into the depths,

Watching the water

A mixture of of emerald green and Persian blue

Flow until the day ends.

Readying my breath

To leave the sand

And the seagulls

And the salt of the sea,

For a world much crueler than this—

As it is one in which I know I will survive—

Because I have kept hidden

A pocket full

Of cool, white sand

To remind me of home—

To remind me I can.