The Ocean Weeps

I stand at the shore,

The waves wrap around my legs,

The low tide beckons me out

Further, further, come to me,

Find rest in my arms.

I want to.

I want to let my knees buckle,

And breath deep, so deep

That my lungs fill with the ocean’s tears.

She weeps for me.

She wails for the times I could not.

She mourns for the pain I buried.

She calls for me to come home.

I want to go.

Let me go home.

But something pulls hard on my ribs.

Something deep inside,

Keeps my heart beating,

Ramming it frantically against my chest.

It’s not your time, it begs.

I don’t care, I argue.

I can’t stand it anymore.

What’s inside me hurts too much.

I want to let my knees buckle,

I want to let the waves wash me away,

Away, away, away,

And take all my hurt with it.

But I can only stand on the shore

And let the waves curl around my ankles.

The ocean sighs her siren song,

And my heart keeps beating, fighting,

Against the rhythm of the waves.