Scared
Hi y’all, this is my first time posting here, so please be kind. 🤍
I normally keep my writing to myself and rarely share the things I create, but today I decided to step outside my comfort zone a little. I shared this with a few friends already and they really encouraged me to post it here.
I’d genuinely love to hear your thoughts, opinions, or feed (my first language is not English forgive me)
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Today I asked the ocean
if she would return my soul.
Tears slipped across my cheeks,
and only later came her answer
when I had filled her depths
with tears of joy and triumph.
I walked ashore,
a wave broke upon my neck,
my face dripping with sea,
sand filling my mouth,
legs bruised by the fall.
Yet the shore
waited patiently beside me.
“I thought you could swim,”
he said, astonished.
“Yes,” I whispered,
“but the Atlantic Ocean
is no swimming pool.”
The sea laughed softly,
and did not give me back my soul,
but carried away my pride.
“Am I cleansed now?
Is my body almost ready
to cradle my soul again?”
I wondered.
Was the lifeguard
an angel of protection
who returned my life to me?
Or only the innocence
of one who dares to stand
with her back to the waves?