Somewhere
In a crystal clear ocean
I search for seashells,
Walking barefoot in the sand,
The wet sand that is
Leaving footprints as my friend;
Holding seashells in my hand
barefoot I walk
In an
Almost silent peace;
The soft sound of waves
Follows me with ease,
As a background music to my thoughts
My thoughts and the sound of waves
Are in perfect harmony,
Like the words of a song with its melody
Still unsung but beautiful yet
I feel my steps become heavier,
So I turn and look back
At the trace of footprints,
I’ve walked a long,
long path
and can’t see the start.
Suddenly I realize,
It is not
the seashells
I’m searching for
But something else,
A somewhat hidden treasure,
That resembles
the crystal clear ocean;
Yes, I realize
I am searching for a part of me
A part of myself, a part of my soul
I probably always left in that seashore;
Long trace of the footprints,
Left there on the sand
Reminded me of my long journey,
and the days that laid ahead…
But, the scent of the ocean
and sense of sand in my feet
Makes me feel whole again
I had found the missing part of me
I’m ready to keep walking on the sand
With footprints as my friend.
At that moment
My hand had opened up
And let the seashells go
Leaving them where they belonged.
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