Sand Castles

Beachy, together, childhood days erecting castles, made with our hands. Endeavoring, close to our ebb letting our waves soften our sand. Moulding, shoulder to shoulder, effortlessly, nonchalantly. I never felt that free again, though I did try. Over time, I don’t know why, I crossed a line. And as my castles grew in size, incoming waves continued too, and battered down my secrets and lies. Today, I yearn for that beach. To be free again, to start over, to see my young self as I was then.