By Stephanie Delano
Sitting on the sand, I watch the tide flow in and out with a sense of peaceful rhythm. I have no urge to leave this place and go, go out into the world and not show. Show who I really am, instead I wither. Wither in the shell that others seem to know. They put you in a category where you can’t grow. Grow into who you want to be. With some inspiration you can change and bestow upon yourself a place that you know. Know you belong, even though you wither. You can sit in the sand and flow with the tops of the trees that are aglow with sunset vibes and the rhythm of crickets singing down low. Standing now, it’s time to go. Go out into the world unknown, where glitter of daggers and chaos know no bonds of what to reap and what to sow.