Water Baby
I have loved the sea for as long as I can remember.
There's something about the call of the waves, in its roars and whispers, in its torrid throws and soothing ebbs.
The waves, almost speak to me, beckoning me into their embrace, playfully tugging at my feet, tripping me into the water. They remind me of the laughter shared with beautiful friends, the memory of childhood and the love leaking from the cork, capping my heart.
They teach me, to sit, facing them and face the fury that is life. To laugh, as the waves hit me straight in the chest because it's only just a game, all of it, at the end of the day. They teach me to be humble and not fight the tide, for only then will I be carried to the shore.
They compel me to lie freely, with arms open wide- in sheer abandon or quiet defeat. And wash over me, carrying with them, the dusty remains of bloody cuts and closed wounds.
They remind me, that they're endless and eternal. Just like the birdsong in my bursting heart. And allow me to love deeply.
They cajole me and prop me up with sheer force if I refuse to get up and shove me to the land, so I stand on my feet and run right back into facing the world. And return to its loving, welcoming arms when I've had my share.
They strengthen me with the realization that the best things arrive when they're least expected- just like losing the prettiest shells I had ever collected, in lieu of a starfish.
They inspire me when all else disappoints because life comes full circle, darling. It's just about letting it happen.
There's something about the call of the waves, in its roars and whispers, in its torrid throws and soothing ebbs.
The waves, almost speak to me, beckoning me into their embrace, playfully tugging at my feet, tripping me into the water. They remind me of the laughter shared with beautiful friends, the memory of childhood and the love leaking from the cork, capping my heart.
They teach me, to sit, facing them and face the fury that is life. To laugh, as the waves hit me straight in the chest because it's only just a game, all of it, at the end of the day. They teach me to be humble and not fight the tide, for only then will I be carried to the shore.
They compel me to lie freely, with arms open wide- in sheer abandon or quiet defeat. And wash over me, carrying with them, the dusty remains of bloody cuts and closed wounds.
They remind me, that they're endless and eternal. Just like the birdsong in my bursting heart. And allow me to love deeply.
They cajole me and prop me up with sheer force if I refuse to get up and shove me to the land, so I stand on my feet and run right back into facing the world. And return to its loving, welcoming arms when I've had my share.
They strengthen me with the realization that the best things arrive when they're least expected- just like losing the prettiest shells I had ever collected, in lieu of a starfish.
They inspire me when all else disappoints because life comes full circle, darling. It's just about letting it happen.
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