Troubled Waters

I step slowly into the tide
then smooth calf
to my steady knees
the cerulean water pushing against me.
The sand deceitfully slides past my feet
back into the pools and waves.
Calling for me to lay my troubles down
Calling for the child inside me to come and play.
For she has never aged,
and remembers my innocence well
Remembers at my marvel
Oh how she remembers!
and if I could just quiet my mind
she'd tell...

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