Standing on the Shores

She stands on the edge of the shore, waves gently crashing, laps of water caressing her feet. Her toes sink into the damp sand, moveable, yet firm, and she ponders the ways of the waves. What brings them to shore, and how quickly they dissipate into nothing, wave meeting wave, after wave after wave.She considers how much like the waves of the sea her life seems to be at the moment: an endless onslaught of emotions, each one colliding with the next, until they merge to form an endless blanket of pain and sadness and grief, stretching her until she finds herself limp beneath their weight. Perhaps like the waves of the sea, there is a reason for all this, she ponders.What if, just like how the grinding of shells and other materials, cause the beautiful shimmering sand, brought to fruition by the waves, the events of life that currently leave her shattered will somehow forge a thing of beauty she has yet to imagine? What if the deep pain she feels in her bosom is the birthing of something so pure, it has yet to be experienced?She struggles to see the shimmers of pink in the sandy grains of her life and sees only the gnarled bundles of seaweed, intermingled with bouts of litter scattered across the shores of her present life. She yearns for the day when her deep pain will be no more: when memories of recent events will fade away into the night, becoming just the hint of a memory. Dare she hope? Dare she wait in eager expectations of that which is to come? What will her new normal look like? Can she look forward to days of sunshine sprinkled with wafts of cool breeze, blowing away her painful thoughts?She desperately wants to believe in happily ever after again. And so, she stands on the shores face held up to the sky and she breathes in the rays of sunshine, warm and soothing on her skin. She squints and takes in the radiant blue of the sky above, and as she feels the cool of the water gently caressing her feet, hope seems possible once again.