Finally Free

Barefoot I walk along the water's edge ecru sand seeping wet through my toes a myriad of tiny grains threatening to devour me impervious to the cold waves lapping at my feet oblivious to the cold winter air that surrounds me. I sigh; thoughts evade me. I become a voyeur to my very soul. Negate all that I am—a bookmark in this life deaths now so close, she-is-in propinquity so I swim in the middle of her vast darkness. Vivid memories flashed before my eyes I cry out aloud as I succumb to her salty depths I ask if I am now 'finally free, 'she-does-not answer me. So barefoot, I step back away from the water's edge. Back on shore, I prepare to go on living, at least for another day without drowning.