Pier 49

The waves slosh across the sand,

Making soft innocent sand harden.

Our sand.

Sand that filled every empty space between your fingers,

As you showed me the seashell beneath.

The waves crash against the rocky caverns beside me,

Echoing so loud my body trembles at the sound.

Our caverns.

Shallow water covering the ground

Like an inviting blanket of sin.

Beckoning is in that night out of the storm.

“Let’s seek shelter there”

You murmur,

Cold hands gripping mine.

We talked til the morning sun dried up

All the puddles outside,

Every crystal within the sand

Proudly shining to meet the sun’s rays.

Proud.

Proudly we walked hand in hand,

Unafraid of our new found love.

All the sailboats and tourists,

Lined up nicely in a row.

Cameras out for a big show.

Behind the caverns,

Where the moss covered green

Covers the rocks like a bad painting,

You kiss me gently.

Gently, like the crab who pitter patters beside me.

He fills this emptiness with his sound.

The sun on my skin warms my heart,

Deep down it dries my sadness

As it welcomes a brighter day.

A time forgotten.

Kisses, laughter, innocent moments

Of first loves still framed memories.

The waves crash quietly into my toes,

Reminding me it’s time to leave.

Leave my sad thoughts to sea,

Like you left me.

By: Tabatha Goughneour 2019

My path, a poem by Tabatha

Slick wet vines leading to the garden of opportunity,

Here and there is a thorn,

Remnants of the rose bush that once grew there.

The rose bush that tore my pant legs,

Sneaking out to freedom in my youth.

I could climb the vines to the other side,

Or I could dig beneath where the twisted roots lie.

One is full of pain but worthwhile,

The other is easy but tricky to navigate.

The twisted roots are full of memories,

That drag me into their web of uncertainty,

Lies upon lies..

That have built around each other over time.

I chose the path that is harder,

One where I must be agile and quick witted,

Believe in my abilities and let the slick wet vine slip from time to time,

Because that is humility..

It means I am human.

The sun and green grass are visible,

Just beyond my reach.

My heart is young and fragile.

I must make it unbreakable and solid,

If I will survive among the rough seas?

Of the new life I have chosen.

I am reminded of the rose bush and my childhood,

Never taking the easy way out,

Pushing through whatever came my way.

Using this as motivation I get passed the first bundle of vines,

Slipping each time I doubt myself.

After forever it seems,

My face is warmed by the sun,

My body aches but my heart smiles.

What adventure awaits?

We shall see!

(C) Tabatha Goughneour, written weeks before joining the Navy