Standing on the shore, experiencing my ground.
The sand blankets my feet.
The ocean pulling from me what it can.
My imprint attracts new safety.
I don't fight the waves;
I know they're coming.
I don't run;
Sinking into the sand, observing each moment for what it is.
A push deeper.
A chance to prove my power.
Nothing can wash me away when I choose to wait out the storm.
I find security knowing the waves will stop eventually.
When the waves stop, the sand dries.
I will pull my feet out once again.
Taking first steps since new depth.
Adapted strength from standing sturdy.
Brand new footprints, same feet.
Magic toes, anything goes.