Dear Beach
In response to Mini Mailer’s monthly prompt — Take Us to Your Favourite Place
Dear beach,
I see you,
You see me.
We kiss each other,
When the wave touches my feet.
You entice me,
With your salty air.
I can feel you hugging me,
When the wind sways my hair.
And then we have a conversation or two.
You tell me to breathe,
When I keep rambling away my truth.
And when I breathe,
My feet sink.
The coolness of the sand,
Reminds me to focus on the present.
And then I listen,
To the music of your waves.
Telling me everything will be okay,
If I just wait.
You are my favourite place,
Sorry, I don’t visit you often.
But know, I think of you,
When my heart needs a best friend.
Yours truly,
A permanent overthinker.
Thank you Vashni Stories for this thought-provoking prompt.
It was heart warming to visit my favourite place and then get an opportunity to write about it. :)
