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I strolled the coast Sun soaked my shoulders Warmth spread up through my feet from the sun baked sand, that I felt, more than heard, as a subtle susurration of     sand that shifted under my soles     surged between my toes A wave wandered out of the ocean kissed my feet with briny tears caressed and stole the silt from beneath my soles subtly shifted my standing sailed gently back to sea My tensions eased with its withdrawal A gentle bracing breeze arose condensed to prickles on my arms Awoke hairs to stand alert Pungent ocean air and spray stung yet soothed     my parched lips shocked my nose with that smell     of calm after a storm I was a part of this entire panoply I was part of this expanse I was part of this I was part of now I glanced back toward where I must return A titanic wave crashed against my back blasted me to the sand buffeted me cruelly smote away my breath ground grit into my palms forced flashbacks that sand is coarse and abrasive     as well as tranquil and warm I struggled and was beaten down     and beaten down Eventually achingly haltingly I pulled up and gasped for air sputtered crude and briny water brushed the sand from my face saw the sanguine cuts and scrapes then heard their clamorous lament that crested as wave upon wave buried me and mockingly failed to wash away     any part of my hurt Blood or perhaps brine wept down my cheeks and I had already been bleeding from old wounds and cuts and bruises unhealed and untended and those barely healed ripped asunder These shouts of agony drowned out any new tenderness Will I always be bleeding? Will I ever heal? Will I ever feel safe again? Will I ever even get all the sand from my hair? At any rate, I must shortly keep walking on.
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
Oceanic Grief
I strolled the coast Sun soaked my shoulders Warmth spread up through my feet from the sun baked sand, that I felt, more than heard, as a subtle susurration of     sand that shifted under my soles     surged between my toes A wave wandered out of the ocean kissed my feet with briny tears caressed and stole the silt from beneath my soles subtly shifted my standing sailed gently back to sea My tensions eased with its withdrawal A gentle bracing breeze arose condensed to prickles on my arms Awoke hairs to stand alert Pungent ocean air and spray stung yet soothed     my parched lips shocked my nose with that smell     of calm after a storm I was a part of this entire panoply I was part of this expanse I was part of this I was part of now I glanced back toward where I must return A titanic wave crashed against my back blasted me to the sand buffeted me cruelly smote away my breath ground grit into my palms forced flashbacks that sand is coarse and abrasive     as well as tranquil and warm I struggled and was beaten down     and beaten down Eventually achingly haltingly I pulled up and gasped for air sputtered crude and briny water brushed the sand from my face saw the sanguine cuts and scrapes then heard their clamorous lament that crested as wave upon wave buried me and mockingly failed to wash away     any part of my hurt Blood or perhaps brine wept down my cheeks and I had already been bleeding from old wounds and cuts and bruises unhealed and untended and those barely healed ripped asunder These shouts of agony drowned out any new tenderness Will I always be bleeding? Will I ever heal? Will I ever feel safe again? Will I ever even get all the sand from my hair? At any rate, I must shortly keep walking on.
#grief#sorrow
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christyler
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
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