"I walk down this barren land alone"

[Ace's beach piece]

 

I walk down this barren land alone, never veering from the painful path,

The heat rains down in a piercing blaze, its scorch taking away all of my breath,

I fall to my knees and feel the sting of the unforgiving grains of multitudes that claw at me,

I shed a tear, for the only complain I have mocks me; The Sea,

I watch as the bright sun shines on the glorious waves in a delightful display,

But to me each wave shows scenes and memories of my harshest days,

One by one they show my pain

And I relive my sorrow over and over again,

My pace slowly makes it to the torrents so fierce, and a long sigh shows I have not mean to fight,

I wish to sway with the waves and worry not about my past, but my body won’t move as I stand knee deep in the water as the day turns to night,

My eyes grow in wonder as I see the world change all around me,

Yes the waves still roar but not in a rage, for the moonlight brings a calm welcome to this loving sea,

I watched as the waves now glided over the sea, and glistened in the light of his lunar celeste,

I felt my feet calm shifting through this cooling sand, allowing my spirit to finally catch a breath,

The water was coated with a shine of beauty rare to be seen,  

No longer showing my pain but revealing my hopes, wishes and dreams,

This ocean, once my greatest fear,

But now something that has grown close to my heart and dear,

In reflection I see the venture I’ve paced for long ages untold,

Its gaze quite charming, but its heart so cold,

It looms over me with its structures so large, but the sea exists in peace with it ,

Its bright lights and discorded sounds never to quit,

I cannot wait in this safe place for long, hoping for my fears to simply fade,

The venture waits for me; I cause my own delay,

I turn and leave away from the sea and its beauteous grace,

And I set my sights on the new challenging face,

With a grin on my lips, a rumble in my chest, knowing this challenge would not be a waste,

Why was I crying in the first place?