Unconquered


Trying to recapture the grace with which a child,
In the late Summer breeze,
Dances barefoot on the sand,
I wipe a teardrop from my cheek,
Like the tide, with one single wave,
Erases our footprints on the shore.

Deceived into believing
That the sky is always blue
And that even in the wildest thunderstorms
I could count on you,
I let your sun blind my eyes
And lost my heart in the depth of your ocean -

Completely immersed in a whirlpool of emotions,
Drowned under words haphazardly spoken,
Washed up on the shore,
Flooded by the saltwater,
And broken by your indifference.

But.... just as the seagull spreads its wings
And,
Unconquered,
Flies against Summer's harshest winds,

I stand up,

My back against memories of a love
Burried under a million grains of sand,

And gaze,
Accross endless miles of the world's bluest eyes,
To the horizon
Where I know
The calm patiently awaits the end of the storm.

I will dance once again barefoot in the sand,

Unconquered.
 



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