Seaward
A storm raged in
the sea of her heart,
Rapidly flooding
her eyes;
The salty waters
gushed out,
Desperately in
search of respite.
Drowning in the chaos of her stormy sea
Which soaked her pillow and stained her
cheeks,
She almost couldn't remember
What sunny days used to be.
As darkness
surrounded her,
And her tired eyes
grew heavy,
She gave in, almost
gratefully,
For a chance to
escape reality.
Drifting into
another world,
She saw clear skies and a silver sea,
Calling out to her from the far end
of a stretch of sand.
With the morn she
rose,
Determined with
renewed energy.
Was it the restful
sleep or the dreams that lay beyond
That faraway land?
One to make dreams
come true,
She set out in
search of it.
Because those
frothy ends of that silver sea
Had beckoned her to
wet her feet.
Led to its shores,
without a thought
She went on towards
the sparkling waters,
Reflecting a
million sunbeams that gleamed
Down on her from
the sky.
As the waters
mingled with her own,
The storm within
her found a calm.
Taking on a steady,
familiar rise and fall
As the
waters, with their frothy frills buried her feet.
PS: I am not a poet. I have only written two poems before in my entire life - one when I was about 8, for my dad's birthday and one about my first dog. This, if you could call it a poem, is my third. Over the past few days, these words have been swirling around inside me. This is how they aligned themselves when I finally decided to pour them out. I must say, I'm pretty happy with the way this has shaped out. It feels right this way, so I decided not to mess with it.
PS: I am not a poet. I have only written two poems before in my entire life - one when I was about 8, for my dad's birthday and one about my first dog. This, if you could call it a poem, is my third. Over the past few days, these words have been swirling around inside me. This is how they aligned themselves when I finally decided to pour them out. I must say, I'm pretty happy with the way this has shaped out. It feels right this way, so I decided not to mess with it.
Do
bear with my lack of poetic knowledge/skills.
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