Two Women on the Shore - Edvard Munch

there's always a hand in mine anchoring me solidly to the ground like additional gravity liable to crush my bones if a feather's weight were added though I don't fall into the ocean or float off with the clouds I'm not soothed but abraised agitation filing me away scattering me across the shoreline I avert my eyes, of course I do the waves crash and leave days turn to nights and I keep the peace my hand in yours