She was sure of the shore,
much before the crushing storms
buried her at four – shoveled and pale
Sunk her soul
the brutal gales wailed
Tides dragged her off without a name
she lived where seashells lay
No words to speak, the silence keeps
fear’s troubling beasts at bay
Cold watery world, no place for a girl
she sleeps now in a fern’s curl
songbirds sing of forest’s green
the frond gently unfurls