The girl sat on the rock, watching the waves roll and toss their spray into the air, letting it grab at her ankles.
Seagulls wheeled overhead, dipping and soaring as it pleased them, letting out their echoing cries. The sky was a pale, almost delicate pink, as the sun gave its last breath and prepared to plunge beneath the waves.
The girl sighed, letting the wind carry the sound out over the waves towards foreign lands.
Even with all this beauty around her, she couldn't see it. It was as if someone had pulled a curtain over her eyes; so she could see nothing, but only felt the pain.
The pain that came and receded like the tide, dull and aching.
A tear trickled down her cheek, stinging slightly. It reached the corner of her mouth, leaving it's bitter salty taste there.
She didn't bother wiping it away. She was tired of the tears, but they kept coming back; she couldn't stop them anymore. And she had given up trying.
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Petals of Eternity
PoetryA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
