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This is about a woman going through a metaphorical journey, and being ready to evolve into something more. As she goes through her transformation, she goes through vulnerability, to being awakened and doing new things, to being in love. Then she is trully ready to do what she was created to do.

Submitted:Jan 1, 2013    Reads: 30    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

Bound to one dream and one path I walked along the seashore. The shore was hidden, forgotten, and found by the few who were meant to find it. With each step I took the more lighter my chest was. The sand sparkled, made up of small broken bits of tan crystals, and yet the feel of them ground against the bottom of my feet was warm, comforting. I felt as if I was gone from time, hidden away with the shore line. Waves came rolling in on the shore, barely meeting my feet.

Slowly I let my silken robe slip to the sand leaving me to feel like I had bloomed, shed off the old. I stepped forward into the coming waves. I closed my eyes in fear of the collision but when it came it amazed my soul. When opening my eyes I saw the most beautiful thing that awaited me, and it had longed for this moment of me finding it.

"The moment I created you it became so clear," the wind whispered.

"I'm ready," I replied.

I lay down on my back in the shore where the waves could rush in and cleanse me up to my chin. As they rushed back down my entire body I shuttered, leaving me to feel vulnerable until the waves consumed me once more. They came back with a crash. This time when they rolled back away I looked up with shock at a figure made of the crystalline sand half faltering and not fully developed on top of me, between my legs. When it lifted its arm, most of the sand plummeted from its arm, but in determination the index finger hand grazed my bottom lip. The waves rushed back up making the whole figure quickly collapse. I felt as if I was glowing, with my true colors illuminating my body. My arms fluttered out, overwhelmingly welcomed to embrace the next current.

This time when the waves came the figure was fully developed, panting above me with wondrous eyes, letting the waves slip back away, far, far, away. We gazed in awe, wondering how we ended up in each other's presence, and as time went by while I looked in his eyes it all became clear, and I knew who he was. Everything zoomed past in order from the beginning in my mind, never giving away to the never-ending end.

His hand came forth with his finger so close to that bottom lip in remembrance, but then he was swept away, dissipating in the air in multiple shades of color. His desperate hand was the last thing reaching out for me. I flew towards it, jumping from the balls of my feet with both my hands out. His fingertips slid across mine and then he was completely gone from me. With sadness I looked down, beginning to fall. A void of something remarkable, unexplainable hovered beneath me and my body started to filter a massive light, eons slammed into one, and then 'poof '.


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