The wind blew my hair into strong massive tangles,
As I watched the waves rumble by.
The strong sour fragrance of the sea went through my lungs,
And triggered my mind.
I thought not of sweet summer memories,
But of the horror of the world around.
I can find no justice;
Of the world around.
And yet, the wind keeps blowing,
The waves keep moving,
To bring a new hope.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.