To Reform Me

by reginadee2014

To Reform Me

To Reform Me
Regina Puckett

Sand squishing between each one of my toes
A bitter wind whips through every layer of my clothes
There are clouds hovering over the ocean like a wanton lover
As if the very wisps of air were looking for something to discover
Massive waves crash upon the unsteady shore bringing in new gifts
Allowing my mind to float peacefully with the sea’s dangerous drifts
My inner peace comes from the beauty of the emptiness of the sea
It is in this place where all of my broken pieces return to reform me

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