Sometimes
I wonder
if the ocean
would swallow
me whole
if I jumped
off of a cliff
and let it
envelop my
aching body.

Sometimes
I wonder what
it would do
once it had
its hold on me.

Would it let go?
Or would it
wash over
my bruises
and scrapes
creating a
bandage
of love
and stinging
sea salt?

Could it handle
each and every one
of my problems
and fears, or would
it shy away from them
just like you did?