And they called her the sand of the ocean—

always flowing with the soft and gentle waves.

Fun to be around… and also not.

Wholes and dents where fish had once been.

Tsunamis came and went, flooding her,

as she desperately tried to breathe.

Humans walked all over her without a care.

But when the sun hit her glistening skin, she shined.

High tides. Low tides. Overwhelming.

And still—the sounds of peace and laughter.

She was broken.

But she was also beauty.