Salt in the Wound, Sand on the Skin

Salt in the wound,

sand on the skin—

isn’t that how healing begins?

The ocean never asks

why you came back.

It just takes your weight

and gives you the pull of tides.

I stood knee-deep in forgetting,

the waves stitching silence

into every open thought.

It didn’t hurt less—

but it hurt differently.

Out here, pain dissolves

grain by grain.

You don’t realize you’re lighter

until you leave the shore.

And maybe that’s enough.

Not peace, not answers—

just a softness

where the sharp edges used to be.