The soggy sand hugged my tan toes tightly,
greeting them for the umpteenth time this month.
My sluggish pace allowed them to be absorbed by
every grain they came in contact with.
The waves developed their defense against my presence
they forcefully clashed into my mid-thigh and you
would’ve been jealous of the attention I’ve given them
as I play offense in our little match.
I eventually let the ocean engulf me entirely,
surrendering myself to its serenity.
Once my head was completely submerged,
I finally felt like I could breathe.
When I resurfaced, I found myself holding hands with the sea.
That gesture held more intimacy than any moment
we’ve shared together. And only then did I notice
my bare wrists.
I should have screamed and cursed and cried
at the water for being so deceiving. I should have
challenged the sea because fighting and shouting
is all I’ve ever known.
But the tranquility of your absence was so alluring
that I decided to create an alliance with the ocean. Making a
promise of safety and security in its tides. I will never
allow you the satisfaction of appeasement again.