When the ocean rush,
Meets my sight.
I expect,
A source of might.
Looking into,
Forgotten past.
The ocean bed,
Beckons me at last.
The strong waves,
Showing how I feel.
In your presence,
I humbly kneel.
Sea-side foam,
Longing for more.
Lifts me up,
Makes me soar.
Shells of freedom,
Grass of peace.
Finally now,
A new release.
Walking in,
The water overhead.
A peaceful end,
Or so it is said.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
