Strength

Strength

See how the small boy treads courageously into the ocean.
He stands firm, letting the waves wash over him.
He does not falter.
The innocent adventurous wonder that comes with being a child gives him power.
It is before we learn of all the things that can bring us pain.
I wish I could face the crashing waves and welcome the shells they wash in;
Some jagged, some beautiful.
But, no. I bury my feet in the sand.