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Mar 2018
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.”
LCP
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   Maggie Georgia
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