Along the stranded shore,
I walk.
Lost as a newborn, torn from its mother’s ****.

The wind cuts through air
like a million blades.
I feel nothing.

Miles stretch before me—
no answers,
no footprints in the sand to follow.
I walk alone,
where a woman the likes of me
has never walked.

Shells scatter at my feet
as I step toward the incepting fog.
Could they hold the answers?
Could they keep a secret?