beach walk/sole sistah
the sun rises up
as a
flaming hot cherry,
radiating out from
deep blue sky above
and darkly swirling,
shadowed
ocean below;
my truths
crash in with the tides
pounding reality
into something
entirely new
as my
fear, mistaken identities, delusions
get sucked out into the undertow
of each lush, intense, regal wave;
it all makes so much more sense
here,
as i push my aching feet
hard
against the sand
and feel my body
remind itself
of core,
of strength,
of the simple fact
that i’m still here
dammit,
i am still here.
Truth
soaks in
through my sandy shoes
and sopping socks,
and i welcome it
on its journey back
home.
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"We play da blues, so's da blues don' play us..." (Old Jazz adage)
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