Jellyfish MAG

October 19, 2017
By celucille BRONZE, Austin, Texas
celucille BRONZE, Austin, Texas
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With eyes closed to rationality,
I gaze out at the breathtaking sea,
dipping my toes into
crippling fear.
For here I wobble,
tilting in the sharp, salty air.
Knowing, just knowing
that tentacles of a murky hue
will caress my hip,
wrap around my arm,
ensnare my senses,
and light a wildfire in my nerves.
My eyes fly
over the choppy water,
wide with distrust.
Always searching for the mindless thinkers,
the heartless pain-bringers,
the lungless movers
that use the ocean’s breath as their own.
For the nagging suspicion that the blue
shadows
dancing to the moon’s rhythm
will send lightning through my veins
once more,
never
recedes with the tide.
My heart quickens, sputtering and strained.
My mind becomes a writhing sea,
harassed
by storms of anxiety, agonizing memories,
scars still laced on my skin,
in harmony terrible and true.
I fear
I may drown …
but I hold my own hand,
seeking a lifeline within myself.
I ever so slowly flutter open my haunted eyes.
To see, oh to see!
A softly shimmering expanse of aqua mystery,
sea foam secrets,
deep blue intrigue,
pregnant with creatures of good intentions,
and those with questionable ones.
And that’s okay.
I take a refreshing breath of warm breeze, clean and light,
and allow the sun to melt upon my face.
the cool sea caresses my shoulders,
comforting me,
telling me to lay back upon the water’s
glistening surface.
Now, I just
float.
Rocked to peaceful slumber
by her steady heartbeat.


The author's comments:

I was inspired to write this piece by my unontrollable fear of the ocean, and all the animals in it. Primarily, jellyfish. This fear began when I was 10 years old. My family went on a vacation to the Alabama Gulf Coast, where I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was stung by a bloom of Portuguese Man O' War jellyfish, and let me tell you, it was nothing short of unbearable. Ever since, I have not been able to enjoy the ocean like I used to. Through writing this poem, I was able to admit the extent of my fear, and how my severe anxiety surrounding the ocean had closed my eyes to rationality. My hope is that other kids and teens my age can pull some courage from this poem and begin the process of making peace with their own fears or anxieties.


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i love this !

This is so true. Your great at writing. :)




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