The Ocean

Was a place I loved as a teen.

Then it was a place to just be seen.

So many days and nights spent by the shore.

Are you starting to wonder what I went there for?

When I was  eighteen it was to sunbathe  all day long.

Then when I was in my early twenties, it was where I went to become strong.

I was filled with so much sadness and despair.

It was the only place, I truly felt, that I could disappear.

I had a big decision  to make.

The last thing I needed was to make a mistake.

I would walk and walk  and walk some more.

Then I would sit really close to the shore.

I didn’t move as the waves  came in.

I guess I was hoping for it to wash away my sin.

I cried so many times along this beautiful section of beach.

Why had I not listened to all my Mother had preached.

I went so many years to walk the oceans floor.

I  watched  as the tides pulled away from the shore.

I made my choice.

I really didn’t have a  choice.

I spent so many years in tears.

At this beach I had loved for years.

Fast forward to when I was  fifty-three.

When my missing part was standing  right beside me.

Life at the ocean and along the shore

Will now hold more than ever before.

I now smile for the world to see.

As I walk along this section of the sea.

It is time for me to let go.

I am sick and tired of always feeling low.

I  have met some wonderful people  here.

Who I will always hold dear.

The Ocean has now helped me  to heal.

I will  forever be grateful,  once again  to be able to feel.