Standing on a deserted beach
As the morning light touches the bottom of the night sky
The moon running further away from the sun
Night becoming day...

With burning dry eyes,
Which only hours before were wet with her tears,
She watches the majestic waves
As they carry the nightÕs decay into shore...

The first streaks of Sunlight break free,
Gripping the clouds above the Ocean;
As if arms trying to pull a body up and out
To break free of an endless day...

A gull swoops down in the distance,
Perhaps to grab a morning meal from the endless void.
Morning dew glistens on the dunes that surround the woman,
As if, to embellish the beauty she refuses to see ...

She cries out to the lifeless beach
A scream choked with fear and agony; stifled for so long
Just waiting for the right moment
To break free...

A crab scuttles by the outstretched toes of the woman
Seemingly unmoved by the sound,
Not pausing to acknowledge the tender weeping that follows,
or the slow descent of her body to the sand ...

Arms outstretched, she reaches toward the sky,
Up to the clouds above,
Wanting to pull herself out of the madness,
Out of her endless day...

--The End--

by,

Jamie Hartman
1997