UntitledShe sits and waits for a boat that's not coming.Sand shifts underneath her as she sits on the shore yet another consecutive day. She comes every day hoping to see it come over the horizon... but it hasn't.She sits in wait.It's coming.. I'm sure of it.. she tells herself in denial, as she's done every day thus far.*******She burnt a lot of bridges, hoping to get away from those who've hurt her. She tore them to the ground, expecting to cross the one that lay before her. To her dismay show found it also burnt to the ground. She was hurt by those she loved.. but she hurt those she loved more. Just as she tore down the path to hurt, so had those ahead of her. She was her own solution, but someone else's problem. Someone looked at her the same way she now looked at her former pain.I suppose the words 'Hurting people hurt people' ring true.