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 from it,

will put the past behind, the hurt aside,

trust as if i’m blind.

tell me a balmy sunset lies ahead

as i rest with the tide and play with its 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 me will fight,

that’s alright,

it’s always time to heal.