Sands of time

Feet wiggling in
Lukewarm, soft sand
A wave
Crashing on the
Stump of my legs
Planted beneath a
Rough blanket
Now washed away with
Murky water.

Epiphany

How we handle grief.
Place ourselves still
Let time overcome
Desires, emotions, tears
Let it take away
Fears, and cleanse
All the doubts,
With the returning tide

A soul remains
With hope afresh
For a new beginning.