The dying sun,
the gushing sea,
the crashing waves,
sand below her feet,
the purple sky on the horizon,
brings to her soul tranquil and peace,
a dip for divine ablution,
she curls her toes and leaves her impression,
to see her burdened soul released,
a look back at the clean slate of sand,
the grudges swallowed,
the mistakes washed away,
tomorrow is a lovely new day.
Humbled by the powerful force,
she prays to the vast expanse,
pain and sorrow sans.
But in her head there haunts a babel,
screams and shouts she cannot strangle,
she looks up to where they must be,
memories, tears and shambles.