The Atoll

I stand alone on the edge of a small atoll
Staring out at the endless black sea.
The waves crash noisily upon my feet;
I can feel the soft sand slipping beneath me.

A sense of awe captures my soul;
There I stand, my mouth agape.
It bangs against the flat walls,
A fire rises up within me,

Its thirst stoked by the water surrounding me,
Driving me deeper and deeper.
The cold water beats against my skin,
Rising higher and higher up to my chest.

I sway as the waves push against me,
Here I realize I can go no further.
I stop and stare, out at the endless black sea;
A quiet sadness overwhelms me.

by Celine Koe

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