[Feedback Request] The Change Process

The Change Process

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Time stripped her down.

Returned her,

wincing,

a body of rough fragments

spat back at the earth.

Her scrapes struck the hard sand -

saturated and unforgiving.

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She slept between waves and dunes

while salt stung her feet

And sun scorched her

red.

Her subconscious

mocked her with dreams;

salvation crumbled with moments of consciousness.

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She stretched a hand.

Propelled by an energy

somewhere beneath awareness,

she stretched.

Searched for water

to cool her fingers

and observed the wells

her limbs created.

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She watched the water

hiccup and hesitate

to fill her palm print,

disrupted by her impression

and shocked

by the craters in its course.

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Her other hand pressed

into the firmness

she deemed better for rising

than for sleeping.

So, she brought her feet

beneath her

drew solidity from the hardness

and let the water cool her ankles.

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With her feet submerged the stinging

of the salt lashes

became imperceptible,

insignificant,

without the whip of oxygen

from above the surface.

Healing.

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She simply stepped

not noticing the power around her

but only the momentum of her body

overcoming the brutality of this place.

Her minute footprints and currents,

minor confrontations,

she trusted to change

the identity of the landscape behind her.

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The movement was her proof

And

without qualifying her steps she simply

walked

And daydreamed of where the sediment she stirred might settle.

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