Sacred Place (Original Poem)

Who am I? I am but a grain of sand.
Raw and rigid, hidden amongst my friends.

Longing for the tide to rise and
sweep me away to pretend.

For a moment is all I ask, to feel light and smooth
like the others from waves passed.

Tossing and turning at moons light,
Never knowing, only trusting.

For when I wake,
the tide, yet fallen,

Will have brought me to that sacred place.

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I haven't written poetry in about 12 years. Tonight I was inspired to write this. I hope you like it, enjoy!