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...
ReplyDeleteWow! A good cry and the sound of the ocean's ebb and flow can cure a lot!
ReplyDeleteLoved it. :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Brian!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Brian. I find peace in the ocean.
ReplyDeleteYes, Caroline...the ocean is therapy :)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Baishali :)
ReplyDeleteMe too,Fireblossom...me too :)
ReplyDeleteThere's so much solace in finding a place where it's totally safe to let the emotions flow.
ReplyDeleteI like how this poem talks about release. The catharsis of release of emotion and the peace that comes after it.
ReplyDeleteThis 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! =(^.^)=
Beijos!
Thank you,Rhonya.
ReplyDeletexo
This is pretty, and it's how I feel about the ocean too.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Jennie. The ocean is so peaceful.
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