Littered Shores of Our Lives

Broken shells littered the shore a testament to the fury of the storm so recently upon us did it bore. Pounding waves incessant in their roar; foam, dirty and filled with broken blades of sea grass dotted the white sand as droppings from an angry sea. Winds howled; a fine white spray burst from the waves towering far above the floor of the once calm sea scattering as delicate white lace upon the rolling waves only to fall back into their place. Tides pulling anyone foolish enough to venture into the boiling surf taking them far out into an unforgiving sea. To many life breaks upon a littered shore in a world standing as a testament to broken and wasted lives that lay scattered in lands filled with storms and lost dreams, for those who come, linger a while, and then tearfully leave the scene.