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: 
Our world


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741