The day the ocean pulled my feet out from beneath me
I fell onto the rocks
Blood seeped from the scrapes on my hands
As I scrambled to rise before the next wave
It came
Again I tipped, sliding, falling, losing a sandal, frantic in the surf
Hands and feet searching for an anchor
There was nothing to hold onto
There was nothing to hold onto
There was nothing to hold onto
The day the ocean pulled my feet out from beneath me
And drew me deeper out to sea
I let go
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