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Melodious Ocean Waves
Burning with emotion
Lost in the embers of hopelessness and sorrow
I seek out waters laden with troubled depth
To wash my soul in the drowning darkness
I crave to quell the loneliness
Where I can scream out names and not be heard
So in the discovery of my loss
No one will know that my last breath
Was tainted with grief
And riddled with heartbreak
And that my lungs searched for hope
Before tragedies unfolded me
Sounds of waves creep up in the distance
I feel ready to let go
The tide rises, I fall
Devoured by the ebb and flow
Cut wide open to expose damaged flesh
As if preparing to feed my blood to hungry sharks
I am pulled towards suffocation
But pushed to learn how to breathe
Yet in the midst of the hypothermal currents
I am caressed by lullabies of gentle sea melodies
And transformed by fresh salt in my wounds
A cleanse that hurts before it heals
Aches reverberate deep into the silence
To make a bold statement of defiance
Giving loud voice to quiet suffering
I am learning to scream for life
Ocean waves surround me
They teach me how to feel alive
They lead with uninhibited strength
They can evoke peace but also war
They can lift you up or take you down
They've carried me right back to shore
With the rhythm of my heart reborn
And my mind awakened
As I lay upon the sand
A newly polished self taking shape
I admire the imprint I've made
And wonder about rules I could create
My hands begin to sculpt my dreams
And build foundations for my hopes to rest on
Digging my way into the earth
To set free my buried heartache
Reflections of all I am dance upon the water
To the music of all I want to become
Naked is my emotional self
Revealed, sensitive and raw
They made me feel like I could never build sand castles
And that I could not compete with heights of those above me
So I will make a fortress from all my scars
I will rule how they define me
They tell aspects of my story
But they will not write the entire book
And you can say that because it's sand
It could slip and fall through my hands
That I use too much ugly emotion
Because my heart undulates like the ocean
But I cannot fear authentic motion
When it's the only way I know how to move
So even when it falls apart
I will keep on trying
My sand castles will get bigger
And evolve into works of art
We all need a place to start cementing happiness
So I will work my way towards solid structures
And though I could use a constructive hand
A touch from fingers with concrete desire
With these sand castles as my token
I will remember that mine are enough even when broken
Because I hear the sound of hope in waves
(inspired by a conversation with someone. They mentioned ocean waves and I responded detailing how it evoked images of waves washing away the bad in a way that is soul healing. They told me it was a great interpretation and they'd love to see me write a poem about that concept. So, here it is. Listening to sounds of waves in the background also enveloped me and assisted with the formulation).
Lost in the embers of hopelessness and sorrow
I seek out waters laden with troubled depth
To wash my soul in the drowning darkness
I crave to quell the loneliness
Where I can scream out names and not be heard
So in the discovery of my loss
No one will know that my last breath
Was tainted with grief
And riddled with heartbreak
And that my lungs searched for hope
Before tragedies unfolded me
Sounds of waves creep up in the distance
I feel ready to let go
The tide rises, I fall
Devoured by the ebb and flow
Cut wide open to expose damaged flesh
As if preparing to feed my blood to hungry sharks
I am pulled towards suffocation
But pushed to learn how to breathe
Yet in the midst of the hypothermal currents
I am caressed by lullabies of gentle sea melodies
And transformed by fresh salt in my wounds
A cleanse that hurts before it heals
Aches reverberate deep into the silence
To make a bold statement of defiance
Giving loud voice to quiet suffering
I am learning to scream for life
Ocean waves surround me
They teach me how to feel alive
They lead with uninhibited strength
They can evoke peace but also war
They can lift you up or take you down
They've carried me right back to shore
With the rhythm of my heart reborn
And my mind awakened
As I lay upon the sand
A newly polished self taking shape
I admire the imprint I've made
And wonder about rules I could create
My hands begin to sculpt my dreams
And build foundations for my hopes to rest on
Digging my way into the earth
To set free my buried heartache
Reflections of all I am dance upon the water
To the music of all I want to become
Naked is my emotional self
Revealed, sensitive and raw
They made me feel like I could never build sand castles
And that I could not compete with heights of those above me
So I will make a fortress from all my scars
I will rule how they define me
They tell aspects of my story
But they will not write the entire book
And you can say that because it's sand
It could slip and fall through my hands
That I use too much ugly emotion
Because my heart undulates like the ocean
But I cannot fear authentic motion
When it's the only way I know how to move
So even when it falls apart
I will keep on trying
My sand castles will get bigger
And evolve into works of art
We all need a place to start cementing happiness
So I will work my way towards solid structures
And though I could use a constructive hand
A touch from fingers with concrete desire
With these sand castles as my token
I will remember that mine are enough even when broken
Because I hear the sound of hope in waves
(inspired by a conversation with someone. They mentioned ocean waves and I responded detailing how it evoked images of waves washing away the bad in a way that is soul healing. They told me it was a great interpretation and they'd love to see me write a poem about that concept. So, here it is. Listening to sounds of waves in the background also enveloped me and assisted with the formulation).
Published 11th Aug 2017
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11th Aug 2017 10:30pm
Such a sad write, very emotionally charged. I am glad though that there is hope!
excellently strong ink :-)
excellently strong ink :-)
12th Aug 2017 8:06am
Thank you! So am I. This actually wasn't meant to come out as sad as it did, I didn't expect this is where the flow would take me. It was supposed to be positive, but I guess that positivity came through coloured in darkness. I suppose all that's important is that it was there. I felt a sense of strength wash over me after writing this, I hope that means something. I'm really happy you enjoyed this, I really appreciate it. :)
12th Aug 2017 5:05pm
I could feel the melancholy as well but also a longing for a hand to help you rise out of the sand.
I love the way you've described the emotional cleansing and the journey the narrator went through, having their flesh cut open and stinging with the salt, but surely healing at the end.
Well done my fellow Canadian!
Well done my fellow Canadian!
6th Jan 2018 7:20am
Yes, the salt hurts when entering the wounds but it pulls out the toxins. It was indeed a journey of going through the bad to work towards finding the good where healing can begin in the soft strength of the sand. Really happy you enjoyed this, fellow Canadian!
