Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

a beach I do not know

A beach I do not know
Is beckoning me to call
It has the strangest rocks
Not like a beach at all

The wind whips round
My shoulders chill
And I am found
Without much will

I leave to find a sweater
The fire inside is warm
The cabin keeps the weather
Outside, I am not harmed

Many come to heal here
Some just come to play
Others bring their fear near
And find a peaceful way

My head rest on my pillow
I’m thankful that I came
No more the weeping willow
Because they’ve soothed my pain


  1. Hello dcrelief,
    Oh the hypnotic allure of the beach. I have discovered times of great inner peace whilst sitting alone on some desolate beach.
    When I was recently in Vancouver, I spent many hours on a rainswept beach, alone with my thoughts yet befriended by the wonders of nature.
    Yet another lovely poem from a truly great writer. Thank you for sharing it with us. Warm wishes klahanie.

  2. Klahanie:
    Thank you for your lovely comments; as for writing, you turn quite a phrase yourself. dcrelief


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