Wind swept hair… still wet from the ocean waves
Her long legs catching sand
which the breeze is blowing gently onto her skin
She inhales a deep breath of the clean beach air
Smelling the salt and the listening to the sounds of the ocean
Still marked with bruises from someone who thought she deserved them
She gently touches her wrist and can tell
That is was healing now
From the peace of her freedom and her new found self love
Her breath is easy and free in a way she hardly remembers breathing
Sensation of solitude as the morning sun rises over the ocean waves
These would be only waves she would want to have anymore
The sound of his yelling was becoming like a dream
A shadow of a memory she once had long ago
Getting more distant with each passing wave