Every moment I experience like a rolling wave,
I taste each one as I taste the sweetness of the ocean air,
wishing with my whole heart I could hold it there on the beach before me.
Knowing still as I walk,
my history is washed away in the surf.
What remains here are the shells,
the green, glittering seaglass,
treasured relics,
the fossils of the past.
Ahead of me lies the warmest sun, and a stained glass sky.
So I step gently forward,careful of my toes dipping in and out of golden sand,
My calves hurt from the effort;
walking away,ever-onward,
but before me lies the entire beach,and I have decided
I still want it all.
Willow Grace August 