Erosion

Life's a journey

Streams run slowly, water trickles over

flattened stones, too heavy to be turned in the

laborious ebbing of the water above.

They erode, awaiting a current

To carry them along,

down into the sea.

How much time passes before they are sand?

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Volumes of water have passed over her as she lays,

She decides to move, current or not

Undeterred, shedding an outer skin

Looking for the confidence within

To be counted, acknowledged.

In taciturn silence, naked, confused,

Small progress a few inches here or there,

Wishing to feel the warmth of the sun once more

Or a gentle hand carressing, she stirs.

Awakening from deep slumber

Willing herself to reach the ocean.

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The cruel sun teases her through the crystal waters

tantalising her bare emotions

Finally a current comes

How long before she is sand?