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still needs some work

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needed to post this somewhere, hope heres okay



The storm wind blows swirling in circles along the beach
Glitter floats on the waves’ edge as sun sets
A thousand salt pieces rise with the wind and fall
Whipping the sand
Again and again,
Til something breaks and stillness descends in the cold night
I sit encased in pain, sand drying on my skin, exhausted by the storm
For it mirrors me
The sun rises and with it daylights exposure
My heart feels at one with the sand
Stripes healed in places, some not quite
Merciful God
who knows my scars for you have known your own
Hold my hand


The Beach is changed forever
My soul carries different knowledge now too
Footprints to be washed away follow me
As I leave this place
If tears mean cleansing
Then they have dried on my face
In the warm wind

God walks with me
Understanding
Loving me gently.