The Confrontation

I leave the balcony from where I have stood for so long.

I leave the house where I have spent so many lonely nights.

Down I go, to the sandy beach below.

We should all confront our fears

but we don't always.

Sometimes we have to escape.

Am I escaping or am I confronting?

I reach the water of the beach, the waves lap around, through me.

I do not shiver, though the wind is howling.

The Black Silhouette moves as I approach.

I see it's smiles sadly. 





The End

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