She is the Sea
Her breathing reminds her of the sea
strong inhales like water being pulled from the sand
building potential, building tension
deep exhales hit like the force of waves
crashing down and destroying castles built for queens
She knows there is still much to be afraid of
waves that once crashed angrily over her head
forcing burning water into her lungs
now represent power, power she possesses
maybe the stinging salt mixed with her blood
and the ocean runs through her veins
This poem is about:
Me
Our world