Someone once told me that I was in love with the sea
And I believed them
I was entranced by the steadiness of his current
He kept me afloat even when the storms would jostle me about
How his gentle saltwater kisses on my cheeks would leave me breathless by filling my lungs with water
How the consistency of his tide made me run to him daily
How complacent I was to be at his beckoned call
All because people told me that I was in love with the sea
But I am not in love with the sea
Because I am in love with the shore
How she sparkles when the sun shines on her
And how her sand tickles between my toes
Her warmth engulfs me like a blanket
How she pulls me back and keeps me grounded
She catches me and holds me close when the sea throws me in its rage
Oh how many times it took me to be hurled from the sea until I realized I belonged in the arms of the shore
This poem is based off of the word Metanoia which means “the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life.”