Tidal waves

Stand 

On the edge of the shore as the waves retract to safety

Do you see, 

your unmistakable beauty?

This is how it is meant to be.

Every grain of sand, every stone, every shell;

It is all moved by the unwavering 

the ferocity of the sea.

Our small small world is built on the inevitably of the release 

When the tide retreats and leaves the beach - clean and pure. 

The sand settles and the beach is restored.

You see there isn’t much difference between the shore and I

However, scared and uncertain -

this too shall pass, 

the waves will keep crashing 

And no matter how hard I come crashing to the ground 

I will leave beauty

 in my wake.