The tide went out to sea,
it took a part of me.
The salt I tasted on my lips,
were of my tears becoming one
with the crystal blue ocean.
The hours passed,
the hours flew,
I watched the tide return.
The tide whispered of new promise,
the waves danced on my bare skin,
my spirit nourished,
my spirit healed.
sometimes a good cry is what it takes...glad you found healing in the end...i love the ocean too...ReplyDelete
Wow! A good cry and the sound of the ocean's ebb and flow can cure a lot!ReplyDelete
Loved it. :)ReplyDelete
I agree with Brian!ReplyDelete
Thank you,Brian. I find peace in the ocean.ReplyDelete
Yes, Caroline...the ocean is therapy :)ReplyDelete
Thank you,Baishali :)ReplyDelete
Me too,Fireblossom...me too :)ReplyDelete
There's so much solace in finding a place where it's totally safe to let the emotions flow.ReplyDelete
I like how this poem talks about release. The catharsis of release of emotion and the peace that comes after it.ReplyDelete
This poem is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! Especially those words: "The salt I tasted on my lips, were of my tears becoming one with the crystal blue ocean." Many compliments!ReplyDelete
... So nice to be in touch with you! =(^.^)=
This is pretty, and it's how I feel about the ocean too.ReplyDelete
Thank you,Jennie. The ocean is so peaceful.ReplyDelete