I cried to the ocean tonight.
She didn't listen. The waves are ancient; cold. My tears are yet another reminder of how trivial humanity is to the vast expanse of a mother who birthed it all.
I threw your locket into the froth and screamed at the horizon. It washed up next to my feet in a matter of moments, and the collective sigh of the ocean and the sky sounded quite a bit like the final release of a breath I'd held, echoing the pain and the ache that has dwelled in my lungs since you left.
You left. Do you remember? I said that I would wait for you. Like the sea always comes back to the shore, I said that I would wait for you. Like a sailor amidst the ocean, you said you'd always find me. We have the same moon, remember? The same stars, the same vast emptiness of the universe; all of that led us to each other.
It's funny though, isn't it? It's funny that somehow, by some miracle, you and I existed within the same space between the stars, the same breath of the galaxy; we found each other.
- Cathryn
YOU ARE READING
Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
