My feet trudge in the sand
heavy and deep,
and I make tracks along the way,
a sign that I was here;
It has all come down to this;
Me...back at this place
which was once my heartsong,
the place of my becoming;
Now i feel
nothing
but grit between my toes,
and I wonder what has changed...
me or the sand.
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great way to ground your experience literally and metaphorically in the infinite grains of sand--a real beach, perhaps, but as you shared with us in your poems the beach you escaped to in your darkest hour of suffering--the sands of time.
A fine, introspective poem. I loved this stanza particularly; for me, it is perfection: "It has all come down to this;Me...back at this place/
which was once my heartsong,/the place of my becoming"
Your poetic voice grows deeper and truer as you approach all your personal truths.