She stands, so serene, so undisturbed
on the edge of the world.
On the edge of how she feels.
A placid sea turned angry by her emotion.
Waves rolling, rocking her inside, making it hard for her to stand.
Water crashing on top of her, making it hard for her to breathe.
She collapses in despair,
Knees hitting the coarse, unforgiving sand.
The cold sand cuts her skin, leaving an irreversible mark.
She observes her storm,
Searching for the lighthouse to guide her ashore.
She finds she must steer her own ship.
She discovers she, and only she, must calm this storm.
The clouds soon part,
And shore appears visible.
The sea forgives her,
And she forgives herself.
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