On The Shore

I was trying so hard to hold myself together. I felt tiny inside of myself sitting on the shore at sunset watching the whales jump out of the ocean that lived behind my house. I felt tiny. There were no deep breaths to exhale, no embrace of assurance, no hand to hold. There was no relief in the distance that I could see. Just eggshells and tempers. I was trying to hold myself together is all. Until I fell apart. Until I unraveled and split. Until I crumbled into dust. And then one day, years and years later, I came back together. And I lived as best as I could. I was kind of.......victorious.