A Sunny Beach
The hectic world is like a giant ocean.
Every day we wake up and dive in.
We dive into our work, activities, or
errands we must do inside this great big world of blue!
Our friends and family, at least to me, would be
the good times we enjoy at the beach,
for a sunny beach is like a home -
a place to come back to from our ventures out to the sea,
a place to rest, to just hang out and be with family.
It’s the place I always will return to
when diving time is done.
After all the challenges of being in the ocean,
despite the many wonders to be found there,
can you imagine life without a beach?
To not be able to come back from ocean’s depths
and sprawl yourself casually upon soft sand
which has been warmed from the sun, that sweet love
which radiates From friends and family?
Friends and family -
they are the many good things at the beach.
Some are the lovely palm trees I always long to see,
bending graciously in ocean‘s breeze.
Others are the embankments along the shore.
Unchanging, they are my constant companions.
And some are the waves rolling in from time to time
to greet me. I love to run into the playful waves,
for they make life fun and beautiful.
Unlike the giant ocean, upon which terrible storms arise,
the beach is often safe. I expect security from it.
The swaying palms are there to calm me.
The sturdy cliffs are my steady sustenance.
The waves I daily jump are often gentle, but sometimes
they can turn into cruel monsters!
When they knock me down, usually I get right back up from them!
However, some can dump on me, exhibiting great force.
Others surge, and try to drag me out to perilous sea.
God forbid I ever must face a life-threatening tsunami!
When the sun withdraws its happy glow
and a once-friendly wave starts pushing hard against me,
I feel like I am drowning,
being pushed down deep in a rip current.
I must not fight back, struggling to get back to the shore.
This is a time to relax and to stay calm.
I release the animosity the wave has caused in me.
All the tension from the stress, I must simply let it go.
It’s difficult, I know, but I must take a breath -
B R E A T H E O U T and float. . .
Now I rise above it.
I’m going with the flow.
Soon enough I float myself to shore -
to the warmth of the beach, my security.
A new day comes soon enough.
I resume my dives into the ocean,
knowing happily that always I will have
the palm trees waving me back in
and the lovely waves that rock my world are there.
I have a beach to come back to.
Written June 12, 2016 for contest Judged 6/17/2016
For the I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada -1 Contest of Broken Wings
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