Grains of sand crunch beneath <br />My feet as the ocean loudly <br />And endlessly reminds me <br />Of nature's washing and cleansing <br /> <br />As I move along the beach <br />The briny mists and crashing sounds <br />Clear my cobwebs of anger <br />And drown the spiders of fear <br /> <br />With a good walk on <br />A clear day, the few vermin <br />Of hate are scrubbed from <br />My soul, and I am content <br /> <br />I love salt in my wounds<br /><br />Ray Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cleansing-3/
