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01/23/2003 Entry: "The Shore"

Beneath the white foam
there lies a strange calm
A space.
A world away from the chaos.
I float
Directionless
perhaps motionless
oblivious to the world above.
The waves, they break.
Fingers of water reaching out
to the rocks;
breaking them down.
Year after year,
Endless repetition,
A rhythmic cycle.
Perhaps I too, will be broken
when I'm no longer afloat.
When the emotional bouyancy that holds me
ceases to exist.
Year after year,
Endless sacrifices,
measured trust.
Crashing, like the waves,
Tide in tide out.
Surfacing for air,
Washed ashore.