The sturdy rock, cold and hard against my feet
Breaking my skin, causing undescribable pain
And I look out toward the soft sand
Gazing desperately
Reaching it with only my eyes
Tears fall from my cheeks hitting the harsh rock
I wish for the welcoming sand
And I think of how refreshing it would be to sink down
To sink into it's comfort
To rest in it's give, availability in each step
But the dead rock is all I feel, all I know
I curl up on it's cruel surface,
And I continue to cry for the comforting sand. |
Submission Name: Broken
