Poetry (words)

Surf’s up 

I followed footprints in a path well trod they led me nowhere new. I pause at every turning still, heartbeats in a queue. 

I watch the birds take flight from the sodden field, so graceful as they soar. Far below I watch them still, never needing more. 

I taste the salt from the winter gale and hunger for that chill. The numbness that brings me to life, floating upon the thrill. 

I want to be at the waters edge and forget the world exists. To feel that thunder in my veins, to let it all go from my unclenched fists. 

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