I was scared and hurt on the day I left the sea,
that long, cold trip had left quite the impression on me.
Long ago, I left the sea wet and trembling.
I had the hopes to remember not the toll it took on me.
Yet, I am not a cowardice and the call was far too strong.
I went to the sea and had to remember the pain that was holding on.
The day I went under was the day I thought I was free,
but to my surprise it was not the end but a whole new sight to see.
Contrary to previous thoughts, I was strong and brave and carefree.
Even though the thought to swim was as scary as could be,
days still come where I can bring myself to float and swim,
right along in my old sea.