The Ocean Was The First To Hold Me

Sometimes, the ocean feels like the only place that understands.

A place that doesn't ask you to be more.
Or less.
Just you.

She doesn't remember when she stopped fighting the current.
She only remembers the silence, the weight leaving her bones, and the strange comfort of something finally holding her without asking her to stay strong.

The world above was never gentle.

But beneath the waves, there are no expectations. No voices. No judgment.

Only the deep.

And perhaps, for the first time, she has found somewhere she belongs.

A poem about loneliness, surrender, and the strange places we sometimes mistake for peace.

Maybe floating feels a lot like falling.
And maybe falling feels a lot like home.

⚠️ Content note: This poem contains themes of emotional distress, drowning, death, loneliness, and surrender.