sand

I see people all the time
But I am always different
I see myself through
Other people

At the ocean
I crushed seashells
with my feet
There are whole
pieces
of shells
Stuck in my heels

Every time you step
on a shell
you make more sand
Every time you step
in the sand
it gets softer
But the sea really
does most of the work

I could see myself through
the ocean
But it wouldn’t keep me whole either

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You are

If you
are not
afraid
of death
Then what are you?
There is
no such
thing as
nothing.
Fear is not
universal.
It is something
we learn
to obey.