From the Shore

I stand on the sand, my feet half-buried in time,

watching the waves rush in, then recede with a rhyme.

The ocean whispers secrets, but I stay on dry land,

as my siblings run freely, their laughter a brand.

The foam curls back like a thought left unsaid,

I’m anchored to memories, to the fears in my head.

The horizon stretches out, infinite and wide,

yet I can’t shake the anchor that pulls me aside.