Breaking Through


The short, sandy beach and the sparse scrub pine, the long skyline and the huge bay

—O, I’m far from home!

When will the excellent ship arrive? I can smell the salt, salt scent of the thick sea air, and I can see the smooth, round stones that the ebbtides wear.

The miserable stumps were completely scorched and charred.
Where the cartwheel spun, there was a deep, velvety rut. Why is the world so old?

Both the crashing sea and the vast dark sky
Where the birds caw and the gulls glide, where are the unreported dead?

The large stranded hulk and the floating log, along with the thin, slanting willows by the inundated bog,— This is when life’s sorrow began!

Oh, the wind, and the wind, forevermore, among the pitch-black pines and down the flat coast!
What will happen to mankind?


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Tina Sequeira
Tina Sequeira is a marketer and moonlighting writer. She is passionate about tech, creativity, and social justice—dabbling in and writing about the same.

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