On the sea shore
Old bones of crushed decades
mixed in the white sand
cling to my toes
the waters recede and
come back with questions
demanding answers
am I grayed with past years
or colorful as the wild sun
are my latent wounds healed
or still open and raw
have I emerged unscathed
or blemished by deeds
am I worthy of being spared
or should I have been lost
and at the end of it all
do I really care
as long as the waves
keep calling to me
as long as I have
an ocean to meet
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