They say the sound
You hear
When you press a seashell
To your ear
is your own blood
Pumping,
Reflected back at you in sound.
You are a mirror,
Revealing your insides-
The very components keeping
You alive.
Hearing yourself-
You tell me I sound like the ocean,
My veins in sync with the waves-
Curling
Crashing
Singing me to sleep-
I am a child again
Curling fingers around fences
Drinking the salt from the air
At night the stars shone so much
Brighter
When the seashells
Were broken
And
Beautiful
My past self haunts me but
I love having them there,
They remind me to stop
worrying
About the cold water
And dance in the surf
Nobody likes to be haunted
But I always loved
Ghosts
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poesía{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
