Soft Sand: A Collection of Poems

Soft Sand

You can't recognize my face.

There is no way to know

Who I was.

Cold is all I feel

That is, until I open

My eyes.

Sun kisses the waves

That wash over the golden sands

As the sun begins to set.

A warm breeze carresses me

Like the arms of a loved one, 

Kinds and gentle.

I wrap my arms around myself,

My clothes are simple and soft

My usually dirty hair is smooth and clean.

I take a deep breath,

No longer scared

But calm and serene.

I smile, the scary worl I knew

That was dark and cold

Isn't here, I am safe at last.

I look up at te impossibly 

Blue sky as the wind blows

And say to myself:

"How beautiful, heaven is..."