On the beach, beneath a summer blue sky
filled with curdled clouds,
I found peace.
Two lines in a book
that brought relief and acceptance.
I breathed easy for the first time in months
and took joy in
the scratchy sand between my toes
and the silky water on my lips.
The ocean breeze
and the late afternoon sun
prickling on my skin,
Later, in the mirror, I spotted
three white hairs at my temple.
Newly sprouted scars
that whisper the stress I’ve carried.
I wear them proudly.
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