Poem: A Messy Kind of Beach


A Messy Kind of Beach

The sand on the beach is mottled,
lines of black sand overcoming the light,
its pattern shifting with each tide,

Come here, day after day, and you will see
that the darkness never ceases to color the beach.
but the light sand never quite disappears.

That is the nature of it. Light and dark.
A messy kind of beach. more like life
than the postcards in gift shops and hotels.

About this poem

Less about beaches than life with depression or anxiety, or mourning or…..


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