Salty Lungs

Day 39/365

By Ellie HoovsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

The depths of me

have always been one

with the sea

Her waters a mirror

that reflects my myriad

of mystery

the way of her waves

flows in my speech

with a humor dried by the salt

from each breath I breathe

and I have learned

to ebb and flow

to rise with the tide

and to appreciate every shore I touch

whose sandy home

isn’t mine.

Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.

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