The Beach
When I was youngAnd things were wrong at home
The water wrapped around my body
I felt whole
Instead of empty.
When the sand
It moved beneath my feet.
I felt like I was going somewhere
Comfy that I didn't know before.
The sun did shine
It humbled breezes
Filling me with
Hope and pleasant seasons.
I remember
When the time stood still
And grandmother did let me free
When we were
At the beach.
8-21-09
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