I can see the ocean in my eyes
Almost taste it on my skin.
My soul aches so to be there,
Even though I have never been.
I feel the waves break,
The hurricane is about to start.
This overwhelming feeling
Telling me something from my heart.
It is time to go to my island,
I feel it in my bones
that it is time for me to see
The way of my ancestors,
and possibly....
A new way for me.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
I can see the ocean in my eyes
Almost taste it on my skin.
My soul aches so to be there,
Even though I have never been.
I feel the waves break,
The hurricane is about to start.
This overwhelming feeling
Telling me something from my heart.
It is time to go to my island,
I feel it in my bones
that it is time for me to see
The way of my ancestors,
and possibly....
A new way for me.
From an adopted Pacific Islander, who has never seen the ocean.
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