I thought
I would sit by the water’s edge today
and pray
pray that the tide would hold me
until I was a wave
pray that the sun would burn me
until I was charcoal dust
pray that the rain would pour over me
until I melted in the sand
pray that the darkness would swallow me
until I did not have to see the light
pray that every single morsel of my broken heart
would be set free
in the gentle sea

Linda Joy Walder