Standing here on the edge of the sea,
Staring off into the distance, at the horizon,
I feel different.
The warm, pebbly sand beneath my feet,
Like misshaped marbles, massaging my soles.
The endless, glassy ocean in front of me,
The salty air stings my mouth and eyes,
I don’t mind.
I am now used to it.
The gentle lap of the water on my ankles,
attempts to calms my restless mind.
I begin to feel at home.
Slowly tiptoeing into the cool, murky, yet inviting water
as if some magnetic force is attracting me to it.
I hear something,
attempting to communicate with me.
shhhhhhhhhhhh…
as if to calm my uneasy soul.
The voice gets louder,
more alluring with every sound.
looooooooove
Does it love me?
Who?
stayyyyyyyyyyy…….
Stay?
Me?
Why?
Does it want me to stay?
Why does something love me?
The voice sounds eerie, yet motherly.
What if…
Am I the ocean’s daughter?
