The sand parts beneath my feet,
making way for my stance,
knowing that I am stronger.
The cool waves lap at my feet,
rushing over the skin,
knowing I need relief from the sand
that feels as hot as the sun.
The wind blows my hair backwards,
knowing I enjoy the slap of the strands.
The seagulls squawk at me,
knowing I don’t enjoy silence.
The beach respects me,
knowing what I need,
and what I don’t.
I am important here,
and the scenery agrees.
making way for my stance,
knowing that I am stronger.
The cool waves lap at my feet,
rushing over the skin,
knowing I need relief from the sand
that feels as hot as the sun.
The wind blows my hair backwards,
knowing I enjoy the slap of the strands.
The seagulls squawk at me,
knowing I don’t enjoy silence.
The beach respects me,
knowing what I need,
and what I don’t.
I am important here,
and the scenery agrees.
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aesythe
Jul 08, 2022
What could be more important to the eye than the ocean skyline? Your narrator must be positively goddess-like in her magnificence for that beautiful scenery to open up before her, offer her the stage... I loved picturing this.