I watch the ebb and flow
Blue rushing to meet deep green
Sand tickled by frothy white
This is the charm of the sea

Consistent in its constant change
It sparkles darkly at its depths
Deeper than my mind can fathom
Reaching past my old regrets

Yet in its solemnity there is joy
Like when the sun finally breaks
And spreads its light across the surface
Spreading, too, across my face

I once thought I had everything in my hands
Looking at the perfectly carved face in front of me
I thought to myself
I made this
And it is lovely
And then those perfectly chiseled features
Slipped through my hands
Shattering around my feet
While I sunk to my knees
I picked up the shards
Hands shaking
Fingers bleeding
I held the tiny pieces close
Not willing to let them go
I swept them into a tiny box
Lined with silk and down-feathers
Plucked from my own soul
I sealed the lid

Disclaimer: I don’t love any of my rabbits more than the others, despite how this story may sound. All of them have had a special place in my heart, and I treasure every one of them. Now on to the story: