A long, lonely walk

The night is ending, the day draws near.
You wake with a feeling of mild fear.
A strange day, with distant thunder,
A day you are plagued with thoughts and wonder.
You walk to the window now covered in raindrops,
Your mind does scurry and never stops.
You need to escape, go down to the beach,
To put these thoughts out of your reach.

You walk down the path, slightly wet,
Trees crowding in, To the end you now get.
You sit on the dunes, staring out at the sea,
As wild and rough as the sea can be.
You play with the sand, run it through your fingers,
As a past memory in your mind lingers.
You watch as the waves crash over the sand,
You stand and brush the sand from your hand.

You walk to the water, and stand by the shore.
You mind feels more calm, not racing anymore.
You follow the line of the shells with your eye,
You follow the path, not wondering why.
You walk along, the sea by your side.
Just watching the waves on the outgoing tide.
You walk along for mile after mile,
Now you have been walking for quite a while.
It feels good to be free from the clock,
You look out to sea, after skipping a rock.

You pause to rest, feeling relief.
You no longer feel burdened with grief.
You look down the beach both far and wide,
It's peaceful and quiet, just the seagull does glide.
You wonder what happened along the way,
Your problems did not suddenly go away.
You haven't changed a single thing,
But your time on the beach happiness does bring.
The soothing of the ocean near,
Erases from your mind all fear.
You walk along back down the beach,
And by the time the end you do reach,
You smile, and then you turn to go,
Empowered, You can go on you know.

Poem by Sourcherry
Photographs from Pixabay