When I lose my way,
Take me back to the sea.
Teach me how to float around,
Lay back, relax and be.
Remind me how much I angry laugh
When pebbles stab and tickle my feet.
How I hold my own
While bursting through foam
When waves and shoreline meet.
Twisted anticipation in my belly,
As salt water swells and roars.
And after each wave
My body will crave
To stand again, as I did before.
It’s force is great and restoring,
Hypnotic and terrifyingly strong.
It’s beauty unmatched in the morning,
At night, sings a darker song.
How to explain the unexplainable,
Of why we all flock to the shores?
But how remarkably relatable,
That we wish to catch a glimpse once more.
If you ever look and cannot find me
Or fear I’m permanently lost at sea,
I’ll be where seagulls roam
And wave tips foam
Bobbing happily, laughing, and free.
About the Creator
Amelia W
She/Her
Hi, I’m Amelia, (Amy), I’m an Actor, Drama Practitioner, Youth Worker and poet. I began writing my first novel in lockdown.
Thanks for stopping to have a read :)
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