poetry, writing

Escape

Sand falls from an outstretched hand.

Vibrantly white, soft as talcum powder.

Toes dig in seeking shade from the sun

On a sweltering hot day under pale blue skies.

A bead of sweat rolls down her neck,

only to be cooled by a warm breeze.

Waves lap onto the shore,

Washing thoughts and stress away.

Now she’s ready to live another day.