Golden hour

Before the sun goes down

Before I let go

I searched for meaning under its glow

I lost thought in its breeze

Tears dried from it’s warmth

Drowning in negative thoughts

Ocean waters rush toward me

Will I ever learn to let go

Mask still hiding my smile

Leaving my eyes to reveal the pain

Hands dug deep into the sand

Holding on to nothing but reality here

Underneath the glow of the moon

Rising slowly, the tide met me here

Waves pulling me out to sea

And before I let go

I allow its embrace

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