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Scratching the surface, Stopping just short of the wave With its foot tall claw, liquid, but real This beach, its sand beneath my feet As real as that claw, but so much more So much more to me, and I stand I stretch, I walk. I walk forward to my next pit stop Its just a shack. But its so pretty, not in wretchedness But because it has none, and it is beautiful. I stand again. I walk with nothing in sight but the sand, One eye on the wave, stopping just short of reach. Its a strange feeling, strength, despite the fear, Stopping just short. And that’s where I find it That beautiful strength, physical, in tissue and blood, So I edge closer to the edge I do not stop short, I go on, cautious step after step Water moves surrounding my ankles, Shallow, but still strong. More steps I take I become more aware, not of that claw, But of me, my strength. I am strong, And I don’t get carried into that sea, so beautiful But so fearsome. So I move deeper, now the water at my knees Tugging, tempting. And I know now. I know. I take a step back, conceding. But having won Having pushed the edge back, I move on to my next pit stop. So beautiful.
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Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 8:06 AM UTC
Beautiful Sea
Scratching the surface, Stopping just short of the wave With its foot tall claw, liquid, but real This beach, its sand beneath my feet As real as that claw, but so much more So much more to me, and I stand I stretch, I walk. I walk forward to my next pit stop Its just a shack. But its so pretty, not in wretchedness But because it has none, and it is beautiful. I stand again. I walk with nothing in sight but the sand, One eye on the wave, stopping just short of reach. Its a strange feeling, strength, despite the fear, Stopping just short. And that’s where I find it That beautiful strength, physical, in tissue and blood, So I edge closer to the edge I do not stop short, I go on, cautious step after step Water moves surrounding my ankles, Shallow, but still strong. More steps I take I become more aware, not of that claw, But of me, my strength. I am strong, And I don’t get carried into that sea, so beautiful But so fearsome. So I move deeper, now the water at my knees Tugging, tempting. And I know now. I know. I take a step back, conceding. But having won Having pushed the edge back, I move on to my next pit stop. So beautiful.
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tanya
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 8:06 AM UTC
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