Climbing
Along the cliff top,
I watch the land wash into the sea-
So willing to give up all it can’t contain,
And so I, too,
Let it all dissolve in salty tears.
I stand above to view it all below,
To understand from the distance,
To gain balance in the perspective,
To weigh up the commonality of my woes
With the world and it’s complexities
And I open myself
To let the waste wash away.
I descend-
Unburdened, unchained
And thread the soft sands
And in every grain feel not a pain
But an unbridled possibility.
I wade out on the tide
And watch the sun’s luminous rays dance on the waves
And I sway as it’s motions
Match my movements-
No longer held, no longer bound, no longer beached.
I dive deeper into the mind
And let every worry
Seep to the surface,
Feel its freedom
And finally float away.
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All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
