The Ocean in Me
Excerpt from "Simply Poetic"
Standing on the shoreline
Waiting for the waves to break
The wind howls
She knows,
The true meaning behind the beating of my broken heart
I’ve stolen away
From the reprieve of his love
The white froth swirls around my ankles,
Begging me to join
The sound of the waves pounding against solid rock tears through my soul
Ripping through my mind as every word and every silence pulls through me like the riptide that beckons me now
I can taste the salt on my lips
Blissful.
Welcoming.
What a match we make,
The ocean and me.
She beckons me further
With a promise of forever peace
The promise of understanding.
The knowledge of pain, power, and loss.
She reeks of danger and passion
The ocean in me
About the Creator
Alexis Lariviere
Hello creative friends! I've been a creative mind my whole life. I call myself an accidental writer. I hope you enjoy the collection of literary works you will find on my page. Mahalo for stopping by!
-Lex
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