Ocean

The soft, warm sand gives way with each unconscious step I take.

The humid air whips,sweeps moist strands of hair across my face.

I breathe in,

I breathe out,

Letting the warm, salty air cleanse my weary soul.

The ocean air does not blend with my rusty ribcage-

The lock breaks,

Though broken and fixed before,

It is beyond repair.

Doubt, worry, pain, anger, disappointment-all caged creatures take flight,

As I deeply exhale once more.

These creatures were not meant to enjoy the ocean air-

As they begin to mingle with the salty, humid air they disintegrate,

Falling ever so helplessly into the lapping white foam of the tide.

Their bitter sweet taste lingers on the tip of my tongue,

But soon fades away,

A taste I will never miss.

This is what the ocean does to me.

It erases all trace of emotion,

It calms my lost and broken soul,

It release me from my blackened chains of bondage.

As new creatures form the waves silently hush them away.

It gives me hope that things will change

Because the tide is never once the same.

Like cold, wet sand

My once hard soul has dried and crumbled

It’s waiting to find something worth transforming for.

Unable to move,

I listen to the seagulls call,

Dreaming of how their freedom feels-

No limits

No boundaries

No rules

Just free open ocean air

The wind and waves-

They move me,

Move me to dreaming.

My once ugly arms

Now majestic, graceful wings.

As I am lifted up

I am lost,

So completely lost

In the beauty of the moment.

I am at peace

As the wind and waves move me.

This is what the ocean does to me.