Seashells
Today I went to the ocean
The smell of salt,
The humid heat.
The sensation of sand under my feet
I could remember what it felt like
to be carefree,
Innocent.
Blue skies,
Soft sunshine.
Nothing to worry about but
Sandcastles and seashells.
I could spill out every thought,
Give up every secret.
Nothing to hide,
nothing to be
ashamed of.
But as brightly as the sun shone,
As quickly as the waves calmed,
It was gone with a single word.
Then another.
More,
More,
I wanted more, tell me more.
My mind was infected.
The beach inside my head flooded.
My sandcastles swept over by the tide,
My seashells buried
deep in the dirt.
And wandering between shores,
I realized others didn’t have
the same landscape as me.
Instead of destruction,
There was deep green waters
and brilliant white sands
Why was I different?
Why?
What’s wrong with me?
Drowning, dying
All I could see was the person
I had failed to become,
the picturesque beach that
I would never have.
For years the hate kept pushing me under,
wave after wave.
But today I went to my ocean,
And instead of loathing what it’s become,
Instead of letting myself suffocate in the swell,
I started digging,
Uncovering the person I want to be,
One seashell at a time.
I can really relate to this poem. I like "For years the hate kept pushing me under,
ReplyDeletewave after wave". This shows a lot of emotions.
I really liked how you were able to tell a story using this poem by starting off with the beach, and then changing it into the beach getting destroyed, and then giving hope in the end using the last stanza. Also, the formatting of moving the one stanza to the right was really unique and interesting, which helped the stanza to stand out more.
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