Wading waist-deep in murky ocean water.
I sense the life that exists within these waves
           and
feel the loose sediment of the ocean floor brush against me with every push and pull of the tide
as it kisses the shore.
These long suffered nightmares of you wash away as I depart from the sea.
Tragedy shall no longer burden these
                       sun-kissed
                  shoulders of mine.
I exhale all the pain you’ve caused me as the water cascades down my skin.
They say that every 7 years, your body is comprised of brand new and untouched cells.
I find comfort in knowing that this year
I will grow into a body that you’ll have never
touched.
Ah, yes.
This is when I begin to heal.