Once a time ago, not so long ago
along sandy seashelled shores
when happy hands built seashore castles
where merry mermaids happily
came out to playfully congregate
their hair made glistening with sun and wet seaweed twisted on conch shell combs
playing a game of ring toss
with surprised starfish
This day arriving cloudy with a spot of grey
she closed her eyes
braving it all recalling blistering sands
rising craggy up from between her toes
skin crawling trying to get above from out beneath emotional waves’ ebb and flow
As she gathers speed towards the water
A deep buzz unsettling her head relentlessly gnawing away beneath surface of freckles and old tan lines from last summer’s rompings
Misty salt water comes bubbling up popping with foam seemingly in willingly surrender
breaking the rising waves by a seagull
retrieving its wiggling supper in clenched beak
Toggling towards the sky rocking the boat and dislodging anchor unsettling discomfort a canoe without paddles in meandering float inches aimlessly towards the horizon of unknown destinations
Digging up the abyss
Where once so buried
Now feelings rise
Cresting whitecaps
Throwing mist to her eyes
Bursting towards the surface
Like a breaching whale
She holds her breath under water now
count down to nearly three, something gathers
from the gallows of her soul
gumption….gritting teeth….she pulls up through the ocean’s rim and sees her reflection
Then like a gale force sudden she rebels the
Tritons of circumstances stabbing at her like greedy man-o-war stinging at her flesh
raising it into crests pushing up resilient
Causing the blisters to erupt
Emerging exposed
Salted wounds open and raw
Tumbling, stumbling at first nevertheless
forging forward
Now inner truths exposed
Like open oysters
exposing pearl
ready to heal
Preparing to once more
play along the shore
She rides the wave
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