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Gentle Island Part II

Rusty cliffs
Of gently weathered stone
Stand guard
Against the gale
Of discontent.

Fears (A Wee Story)

I almost didn't post this, because I wasn't sure about it. At all. I've never written anything quite like this before...

Water closed over her head, the waves buffeted her body, and she was being tossed and tumbled. The great ocean had her in its grip, and she was afraid. She felt the panic rising inside her - that old, familiar helplessness. She was a little girl again, tiny, vulnerable, holding tight to someone's hand. She was the teenager making excuses to stay out of the river because there was no-one to hold her hand. She was sinking beneath the surface, where she would be lost forever in a dark, airless world.

Her heart raced in terror, and she fought the urge to struggle - to waste her strength in lashing out wildly and blindly at the imprisoning sea. Cramps seized her legs as her muscles tensed. Air escaped her mouth in frantic bubbles.

She gritted her teeth. Fear must not win this time. Squeezing both eyes tightly shut, she conjured the impression of security;…

Gentle Island

A curved perfection,
There upon the sand -
I sifted out the worries
From the crevice of my hand.
Far away the roaring
Of the breakers and the tide -
The crash of expectation -
My swift,
Unhurried stride
Carries me out further
To a place beneath the sky,
The gentle ocean sighing,
Hours drifting by.