In the sand
just above the lapping waves,
It lies
helpless,
A lifeless
gelatinous mass.
Cast on the
shore motionless and dying,
Unable to
crawl
Back into
the nurturing brine.
Floating in
the depths, it had stingers
Hidden in
its translucency,
A way to
protect itself.
On the beach
it is defenseless
Quiet and
senseless.
The
embodiment of vulnerability.
I once lay
on the edge above the waves
Of the
life-giving sea,
Afraid to
move back toward it.
Accused of
using my stingers,
My past was
with gossip
Dredged up
altered and rewritten.
I lay
motionless, vulnerable, in need.
Knowing I
must
Return to the
nurture of the sea.
Aware that
the saltiness would cause pain
In my open
wounds,
I inched
back embracing it.
I could not,
would not remain beached.
Life itself
could be lost,
By avoiding
the depths.
To bask in
its warmth and buoyancy,
I needed to
crawl back
Into a
different part of the ocean.
The
jellyfish died…..I lived.
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