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What it's like out back

I felt the strange inhibition
lying in the desolate cold,
that the path was not quite
what I’d assumed it would be.

And yet,
the feeling that I got
was indicative of not what lay ahead-
but what had been cut short.

I felt that sinking feeling
caught out at the back,
that the shores were not
as pure as the coastguard
had led me to believe.

And so, I persevered,
in case the high tide cleared,
to see what lay at my horizon,
instead of a land I could easily lay eyes on…

The beach only held
what I knew inside and out.
There was no unfamiliar territory,
no room for excitable doubt.

Forced to this familiar shore,
to what I only saw as doom,
forced to see a reckoning,
and to complete an era of learning.

All after which?

I stand,
and see it assumed,
that I have a heart to go to.

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This is what eventuates after waiting for the swell to become decent! I had the rough version penned in my mind after sitting out on my board one arvo back home on the coast.

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ocean, surfing, water

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