Sacred Oasis

I’m slowly withering away like an eroding coastline; dwindling with every wave that washes ashore.

My soul is tired and my feet scorched from the miles I’ve been walking along the burning sand.

The intermittent sea breeze that blows against my face has been my only source of refuge.

For it leaves behind its scent that lures me in with what little hope I still have left inside.

I long for the comfort of the palm trees that can be seen but are just beyond my reach.

Tirelessly awaiting my sacred oasis, as I walk along this deserted beach.

7-15-22