to stand on dry land
    cold stone; solid sand
firm as the future
    and all that was planned

it lapped at her toes
    and tugged at her heart
she couldn't let go
    she couldn't depart

it swirled around
    the shaking of knees
and trembling of brow
    she lost something there

eye-level surface
    a sea of faces
eyes turned to ice
    no more empty spaces

drowning in depth
    longing for shallow
remembering strength
    that was only just borrowed

from dreams to a promise
    from broken to a blade
to cut through her load
    worth already weighed

from broken to mended
    the faded made new
but depth not to shallow;
    for she'll make it through

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