Sand

I’m still finding sand

In my shoes and in my pockets

From the time I went

To walk my soul down the beach

Whitest shells around my feet

Small reminders to be found

For the first time I don’t fight

The urge to pick one up

Live it through and let it go

What has happened to me?

I used to collect light and dark

Holding onto darkest piece

Like an anchor in the stream

Stuck while there’s no ship to hold

But now I’m not bothered by the cold

Waves that are crawling on my skin

I am just happy I can feel…