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Ocean of Sorrow
I continue to cry
I cry about my losses
I cry about my heartache
And I cry about the unknown
I continue to cry
To cry until the pressure builds up so much
That my mind implodes
To cry until the tears leave me empty
And my body withers from dehydration
To cry until I drown in my own sorrows
My problems have always seemed best healed
With that salty taste
However, I soon realized
That it only caused my wounds
To sting so much more
I acted as though the ocean could save me
That it could cleanse me of my pain
And carry me to safety
However
I soon realized
The ocean only kills
It leaves you sticky and swollen
It pulls you under
Stealing your last breath
I grew tired of those tears
Tired of the stains they left on my cheeks
That showed proof of my weakness
Tired of the way my eyes
Could tell my secrets to the world
But not only that
I grew tired of the endless cycle
Of needing closure
And only getting bit by the sharks
The saltwater that streams from my eyes
Forms an ocean at my feet
It promises to heal me
And take care of me
But in reality
It keeps taking the last few pieces of myself
That I have left
I will no longer run into the waves
I will not dive into the depths of the waters
Instead
I will stand tall on the shore
And let the wind guide me to healing
Because the longer I swim with the sharks
The more dangerous it becomes
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I have always struggled with self pity. I lay in my pain instead picking myself back up. This poem was inspired by my decision to run with life and let it build me instead of letting it destroy me.