There's a malevolent, benevolent storm on the coast,
boasting unsurpassable power.
I used to feel a mother's embrace here, in the
displacement. The imprint of my mortal mold
through the waves,
but now these white caps
remind me of frequencies written in bed sheets.
My feet freeze and
melt into the sand.
Commanding my stature be strong
as these longing strides return me
diligently to the seas,
free of the once binding shackles;
your infidelity.