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Standing alone against the evening setting sun,
against the cold water brushing my feet,
against the cold chill that prickled past,
I felt the wet sand slipping away
Faster and more graceful
than the way my feet held it back.
Foot buried in the wet sand
I looked up at the singing beach
tuning itself to the roaring waves.
Fear engulfed me in
Looking up at the blue vastness;
vastness of unknown depth,
of unknown predators
With the horizon of hope far out of reach
and with a mind as restless as a falling leaf
I took a step ahead
breaking all chains
breaking all bounds
Closing my eyes,
Letting the water rise.
Days months and years passed
in that minute of time I stood
with receding fear and water.
I felt the sand slipping away again, my God!
I felt the sand I so strongly held
leave a deep print
deeper than before
And then I realize, I wasn’t alone
I never was
for facing the vast blue was a ‘familiar’
a ‘familiar’ standing beside me;
a ‘footprint’ I always missed
a ‘comfort’ I never sought
holding me tight
holding me strong.
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