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Ode to Seaweed
I remember diving
into swimming pools
head first, hair floating
like seaweed without
a care in the world
at twelve I watched
each strand fall to
the floor, my bare
feet brushing them
away from my skin
i'm returning back
to the seaweed
after eighteen
years saying:
'i'm not afraid,
I love you'
Published 24th Mar 2024
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24th Mar 2024 6:30pm
that's beautiful dearest Feral you told yourself you I love you or I'm that's what I'm getting...
24th Mar 2024 6:56pm
Life’s never a straight line my friend, something I’m still trying to get my head around every single day ✨
24th Mar 2024 7:30pm
I dug the message of this one. Partly because I’ve been for an icy cold dunk today, and I’m in the mind frame.
For me, this spoke so much of innocence. How we once loved ourselves through the filter of childhood eyes. They were simpler fucking times.
The end of the poem spoke of returning to those times - a re-birth. A ground zero. A reset. And I loved that innocence because we deserve that, even as adults. We deserve to love ourselves in those seaweed moments. Though can I just say, I’m 39 years old and happily find me in the Irish Sea with a seaweed barnet on the regular. So fuck the world.
Don’t ever be afraid of the shit that makes your weird heart happy. Sometimes, getting to start again is a gift.
L&R 💚
-T2
For me, this spoke so much of innocence. How we once loved ourselves through the filter of childhood eyes. They were simpler fucking times.
The end of the poem spoke of returning to those times - a re-birth. A ground zero. A reset. And I loved that innocence because we deserve that, even as adults. We deserve to love ourselves in those seaweed moments. Though can I just say, I’m 39 years old and happily find me in the Irish Sea with a seaweed barnet on the regular. So fuck the world.
Don’t ever be afraid of the shit that makes your weird heart happy. Sometimes, getting to start again is a gift.
L&R 💚
-T2
