I have always hated the ocean. It\'s a bitter echo that reminds of what I was.
The ocean taught me what it means to break.
I once drifted into its storms, believing love was a horizon I could reach.
But the waves swallowed me whole,
splintered my faith,
left me gasping silently in the abyss.
Now I stand at the shore again,
your kindness like calm water brushing my feet.
It feels gentle, almost safe
yet I flinch at every ripple,
afraid the tide remembers me,
afraid it will drag me back into the wreckage I escaped.
You are not the storm,
but the ocean has carved its memory into me.
So I love you with trembling hands,
hoping this time the sea will cradle me,
not consume me.