Driftwood.
Wearing over time.
Beaten by the sun.
Seasoned by the waters.
Molded by the sands.
Weathered by the sky.
She fades.
She lays down her tired body onto the earth.
Resting a while.
Trying to piece back the parts of her that have been lost.
She sighs.
Feeling her lungs deflate as she surrenders to the weight of her body.
Laden with pain like barnacles stuck to her core.
Saddened with the waters of her tears.
Heavy with the memories of her past.
As she lays on the ground.
Faded and fallen.
Sinking into the sands of time.
Drifting and floating.
Shifting and molting.
She finds her way.
Thoughts drifting into the past of days gone by.
Dreams of her being in the light of the sun.
Drying and fading.
Cracking and waiting.
The air moves through her like the currents in the ocean.
They have taken her to a place where she can just be.
Shallow breathing on the seaside shores.
Water lapping at her skin.
Rising and healing.
Cleansing and clearing.
How has she stood this test of time?
At the water's edge she clings.
Longing and loving.
Yearning and feeling.
She stabilizes.
She softens.
Allowing her heart to take root.
She drifts.
Immersed in her thoughts.
Submerged in her sorrow.
Finding her way.
Her body renewing.
Transforming.
Becoming.
Surrendering to all that she was meant to be.
Recalling the journey of strength it took to get her here.
Laying on the shores of renewal.
Bathed in faith.
Immersed in hope.
Her resilience resting in between the fibers of her lungs.
She dries her tears.
Brushing away the sands of time embedded in her ribs.
Rising and reaching.
Her hands raised towards the light.
She lets go.
With grace and dignity,
She stands rooted and ready.
She exhales,
Releasing her breath to be calm.
With power and presence,
She drifts into the unknown.
Her true self emerging.
Embracing her destiny on the shores of faith.
