Big blue waves beat
against the shore
tossing up the sand
spins in the water;
circles of cloudy brown.
Salty, stinging water,
slapping against my face
flips me over and over
hands flailing
surrounded by water
gasping for air
out of control.
Smiling I enjoy it;
the savage nature of the sea.
Smiling because it is a reminder
of the savage nature of me.
Stumbles out of the water,
feet heavy, already unaccustomed to land.
Looks back to see the footsteps
I made in the sand.
Breaths of breeze blows
over my hair.
Wet, salty, sandy strands
flicker in the air
feet apart, hands held high
a moment without a care.
Maybe if I squint my eyes
and imagine hard enough,
I can pretend noone else is here...
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