A light breeze sifts through my hair.
The smell of salt hits me like a fastball cracking against the bat.
The sound of water crashing and birds calling is like music to my ears.
My feet sink into the wet, gravelly ground.
I walk forward, letting the water come to me.
The current pulls me further in until the water comes up past my waist.
I submit to the calling of the blue watery deep and submerge.
The cold surges through my bones, filling them with a tingling numbness.
My hair is dripping with water and my face feels like ice in the cool air.
Though an icy fire is coursing through my veins, I smile and laugh, getting mouthfuls of salt.
I don't mind the salt and the wetness, the fire and the ice.
Because the beach and the ocean are welcoming me with open arms.
Here, I am home.
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Bits of Poetry
PoetrySo, these are a bunch of poems I've written. I don't know if they're any good, so feedback is always appreciated. Thanks ever so! Updated description: These got really depressing because they're mostly about my inner feelings. I'll probably delete a...