Open Ocean
The point jutted out into the ocean, bare rock exposed to the wind and breaking waves of the waiting ocean. It was dark and the tide was high, a full moon floating above the endless expanse of black water that spread from the pointed barrier on which she stood. The darkness of the night nearly hid her, she seemed to blend into the darkness of the sky and the solid strength of the rock on which she stood. If not for her flowing black dress and hair that streamed with the wind coming off the water she may have disappeared all together. Even her skin seemed to blend with the rough gritty color of the raised rock where she stood, arms extended to the world in front of her. She had much to think of, her heart was a broken wreck, the shards still a pain. But the ocean and wind and rock soothed this ache of splinters, the energy and life washing through her and draining away her pain. Would she ever feel whole again? She wondered this, hoping with each piece of her damaged heart that she would again be free of these vile chains of the past. She had been so hurt, so damaged and abused, but here, on this point, open to the world and the voice of eternity that echoed around her, she felt like a brand new woman. As though the past had been washed from her, and she walked a clear path. She tucked the feeling away into her heart then and lowered her arms. Turning her back on the ocean, she felt the first stab of hurt inside of her, diminished some, but there still. She walked down the rock away from her ocean, back to her life, and the pain did not cripple her, it did not strengthen her, it dwelled within her. She felt it grow smaller, slowly and surely, she felt herself regaining her broken life. She smiled in the darkness, knowing that she would be alright.