they said someday this hurt will be useful.
the churning surges of the bile, the fright
will collapse against the shore that night,
the coastline you’ve been avoiding,
desperately wishing it ceased to exist
just when your entire world is made of it
and the sea is the only way to go.
tell me at some point i will become one with it,
where i won’t scarper, won’t cover,
will put the past behind, the hurt aside.
tell me a balmy sunset lies ahead
as i rest with the tide and play with the waves,
they’ll carry me, sweet child of sun,
and my heart will be of steel,
of solid fire, soft blue cushion,
and parts of it will fight,
it’s always time to heal.