I sat on the beach, with the warming blush of pink from the sunset, changing the colour of my skin.
As my mind ranged in wonder at the change within.
I reduced my breathing slowly, allowing anxiety to slip away.
I did not want to retain it. I had had quite enough for one day.
The beauty parading before me released feelings, I had kept desperately hidden inside.
Now, cleansed by the ocean’s whispering ebb and flow, diminishing and whisking them into the approaching night sky.
The brush of a breeze, soft and gentle, lifted damp strands of hair.
As the sounds of life, all about me inched their way in.
How glad I am to have sat bathed in the sunset of the dying day.
Making me more human before stepping confidently away.
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