As the tides surge and the shores begin a new
She stops to see the beauty with change
She stops to see the beauty within herself
She sees who she is for who she is.
A beacon of light for a sailor at sea trying to find his way home
A magnet of force dedicated to the elements of life.
Her proclivities unseen by the ignorant
The ignorant unchangeable by her
She stands in stance of light as the darkness teases her vulnerabilities
She stands to dance with the light of fright
An unknown swell of a surf to consume her
An unknown tree of oak, aged with heart.
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