Sandy Walk.

Along the soft damp sandy beach i walk.
A deep conversation with myself i talk.
The fresh salt air does clear my mind.
To my inner demons i am no longer blind.
The coastal wind is strong and cold.
Unto evilness my now clean soul does no longer hold.
Far out at sea a passing ship does sail.
Through mother natures wrath and blowing gale.
Like myself this ship is strong.
It knows soon in calmer waters it will soon be among.
Above my head dark clouds start to acid rain.
Like the passing ship i continue my journey knowing calmness i will soon gain.
I look around me and see the beauty of earth.
And am glad that here i was giving the chance of birth.