Swim the Ocean Depths
Take me where the ocean rolls bigger than the pain in my soul.
Let me lay upon shore sand, hold its grit in my hand while the
ocean claims ground again, so sure of where it belongs to begin its
own fated end. Let ships on the horizon remind me how small I am
and how little I understand.
My pain seems so very grand yet it and my heart bearing it, will be
gone long before this sand, so small, so mere in tiny bits, but more
earthly significant than any of me I have to give. I have no distinct
pain, all I hurt once ached another name that millions could easily
claim. I do not want to need love anymore. I do not want emphatic
care blood in my core. I want to fling the heavy pains that my
emotions insist must be nourished and sustained.
God, let me tuck my aches inside a shell, please allow them to only
there dwell. I promise, I will sail the shell by my own hand to swim the
ocean depths. Allow the sea to free my stored pain in salty, endless
freedom motions that I may be free from salty tears of lame devotion.
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