Oh, How I Yearn to See the Ocean Again

Oh, how I yearn to see the ocean again.

The soft, cool foam drifts up the sand.

It glides over my feet,

And pulls me by the hand.

 

Quickly, it splashes my mouth.

I love it - though, it leaves traces of grit.

Oh, slowly it drags me further away,

And I don't seem to notice until I've been hit.

 

Smacked in the face

By a wave, and each steadily grows

And with it, my fear

Oh, it knows

 

Oh, how I need to feel the sun upon my skin.

The darkness builds as each wave scratches my face.

I try to escape, swim away,

But the storm picks up its pace.

 

Suddenly, I'm rolled and tossed like a pebble or measly shell

Though my pulse begins to climb- I love it.

Oh, forcefully, I'm slapped upon the shore,

And I feel the burn from where each wave had bit.

 

Soothed again

By the foam, and the storm melts away

And with it, my fear

Oh, but I try to stay at bay

 

Oh, how I wish to smell that salty air.

The grey, murky sky lightens as the birds coo.

The sea treats me differently now,

And reveals that sweet ocean blue.

 
 
 
 
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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