Gold glittering
Sand in my hand
Prickling my palm
The ocean serenading sweetly like a song
And it won't be long
Until like a drop in that ocean
I will be strong
Because I'll be a part of something bigger than myself
A part of something massive
and at times so turbulent
and yet
on many an occasion
So serene
That you forget it's turbulence you have seen.

If the sea were to dry up
It wouldn't be completely gone
Because it's seashells have recorded it's song

And sometimes you can even hear the seagulls
and the Coney Island whistles and bells
Echoing in the conch shells

The sea teaches me
That strength is necessary
But softness even more so
Just like the waves spread themselves unevenly on the sand
Bursting with effervescent iridescent froth
of the ocean's love broth
Sand scorched by a shared sun
But the ocean cools you with it's refreshing hug.

Please tear me
into a thousand pieces
for your silent destruction
will be the womb
that nurtures
my growth.