I stand on the shore, my feet sinking in the sands My hair tousled wild in winds hustling hands Covering my face, veiling my eyes Distantly, I hear the seagulls, their yearning cries. I grip firmer and hold myself tight In dusk's diminishing, dwindling twilight.
I watch the waves lunge at me - Overwhelming, menacingly. But as they race to the shore, reaching my feet They drench me, turn back and then recede.
I see another wave, I yearn to move a step behind Fear and uncertainty fill my troubled mind. But I still stand, stand my ground, Unmindful of the sounds Of the winds and the waves In a trance, lost, nature's slave.
I nearly fall, my balance lost Taken by surprise, by waves tossed But I still stand, stand with unsteady feet Where the land and waters meet.
I, on the seashore, a speck, besides a sea so vast - I know that each wave will rest and it too shall pass.