Turns to the Sea

She turns to the sea.

Its churning, its swaying.
so much more tempting than staying.
The Seafolk, turbulent as their waves
as coarse and unceasing,
offer a life she craves
that aides in the easing
of all the doubts she has harboured
once left her drowning,
now guide her starboard.


So, she returns to the sea.

Its vastness, its strife
still so much more pleasant a life.
The Fearless, uncertain as their tides,
as faithless and fickle,
offers passions she hides
that does soak, seep, trickle
to every crevasse left unknown
and from them she’s learned,
from them she’s grown.

So, she returns to the sea.

It’s beauty, it’s freedom
from a world she doesn’t want.
The Faded, distant as their oceans
as crippling and callous,
offer no emotions
not tainted with malice.
Amongst the sullied destruction,
I was the island
she belonged in.

She can turn to me.
But,
I understand
when she turns to the sea.

Author's Note

I made this for someone very special to me who left a long time ago to pursue a life by the sea, and though i’ve always missed her I’ve never begrudged her that. Please do tell me if you liked it!

Reviews

[Francis Rosenfeld]

There is a special emotional state that allows people to feel safe; a state that's transient and precious and hard to capture in words, but you found a way to do that. Heaven is not a place, it's a state of mind. That is the life by the sea.

[Blysful]

thank you so much for this thoughtful comment!