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like stepping stones, lead towards
the shoreline where the lapping of the waves wipes
her final steps from view as if
No trace remains,
as she walks in the surf,
feet sinking into the soft sand,
waves gently covering her toes with their soft caress,
her feet washed clean if not her
follow the pulse of the waves, ebbing and flowing
but without the pattern or intent
of the sea.
calm and peaceful.
A haven from the chaos,
an escape from the noise and discord.
Tranquility surrounds and eases the turmoil that threatens
to overwhelm and swallow her.
The tide turns,
the waves receding
and exposing the doubt that lingers.
She takes a breath and leaves her uncertainty to the sea,
following the path already made,
yet suddenly seen anew.
© Sara Murray, 30 July 2015
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