A poem (that I didn’t write)

“She told me that the ocean
had been calling out her name
when the tide went out each evening
she felt like she should do the same
the waves tugged at her ankles
as they pulled around her feet
whispering of wonders
that she still was yet to meet
but every time I asked her
if she knew the reasons why
she simply said
this arid world had turned
her deep heart dry
there was just one way
she knew of
to finally feel like she was free
and it was 14,000 feet
beneath the cold and stormy sea
then early in November
she slipped like water from our hands
left nothing of her salty breath
or footprints in the sand
and I hope she found the ocean
made up for things this world
had lacked
for she left a note to say goodbye
and then never came back.”


**not my work

Categories: Poetry, Writing

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