The Girl

A girl stands in her purple coat

The waves lap against the rocks around her,

Spraying her with water.

Unlike the motion of the tide

She longs to be still.

She lets the icy sea

Engulf her ankles,

A little too long, perhaps.

There is comfort in knowing the sharp sensation

Will always be there for her

If ever she calls upon it.

How can such a stunning horizon display itself

So proudly before her

When the world is so constrained

So bounded

How can something so emblematic dare to exist at all?

A girl stands in her purple coat, the waves lap against the rocks around her.

She carries within her

The losses of her mother

And the weight of the broken hearted

Who could not hold her for long enough.

She begs the tide to carry her away,

If even for a few halcyon moments

To restore some sense of control,

In her world of ever-changing tides.

She spots the reeds just below the ocean surface.

Life has grown here –

Without support

Or supervision

Or permission.

She watches their dance,

Tangled but glistening

And unapologetic.

A girl stands in her purple coat

The waves lap against the rocks around her

She thinks maybe she could grow something beautiful all by herself

Planting life around her

Within her

And watching it bloom.

She sits with that thought,

For a while.

By Aoibheann McShane

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