a work in progress

you sat on the stony beach

watching the tides

that rose and ebbed and flowed

beneath the illuminated pathway

of the setting sun

forming a stairway to heaven

you dreamed in that moment

of the last one who broke your heart

with time you have found

everything was as it had to be

life is often cruel

and often provides the schooling

which shatters us into a million pieces

on the shore of broken dreams

there is comfort in the sunset

you know you have not yet found

your place

and yet there is nothing

that really needs to change

anymore

for you to be okay

as the realisation slowly grows

you are still

very much

a work in progress