My shadow dances in the surf,
White sand with all its imperfections stretches
To the edges of the horizon and beyond;
– a necessary growth surge
That place, beyond, has flipped my internal script
– a self proclaimed narrative re-write
Each step playfully kicks up stardust,
Stirring up the undertow of my senses, my soul;
Giving me consent to toss away
All the second guessing and uncertainty
All the what ifs’ and maybes’ that have owned my heart
Now my whispered words that were never heard,
Grab hold of a warm loving breeze,
A whimsical mantra bouncing
From shore line to the shifting tide
I welcome you love to my shadow dance…

©2020 TrilbyYates