Beach Day

On a day like this, I'm glad I'm not dead,

and instead

of crying of, "Why?"

I'm digging my heels into the

sand and inhaling the sea.

On a day like this, I'm glad I made it.

My hair crunching with salt,

sweat sweetly dripping from my stomach.

It's times like these it was worth it,

if just to smell coconuts and melted sunscreen.

It's days like this, I'll cement to my memory

the images of clear waters and clearer skies,

of the velvet sand underneath

my feet

as I wade toward the

sacred space where I'm taller than

those at shore.

Because another day will come when I

feel like drowning, and so

instead of letting the ocean overtake me,

I'll remember this beach day.