don’t be gentle with her
she lives with the whirlwind in her mind
changes as the ocean hold her tight
the waves crashes her bones
filling her lungs
up to her throat
you see roses and thorns

don’t be gentle with her
she wear her mending hearts on her sleeve
shattering your walls as you cup her cheeks
cracking cold air while you kiss her lips

Rolling power:
      Churning waves
      Grinding shells,
      Prolific evidence of life & death
      Rising from salt depths,
Epic revelations from below.

Evidence of end games:
     Shells, drilled, scarred, scored
     By beaks of tendrilled monsters;
     Occupants devoured,
****** through ravaged carapaces.

Fecund progeny:
    Tiny messages, these shells...
    Evidencing life,
    Echoing death,
Generations grinding down and down.

My tanned bare feet,
    Track tide-lined shells,
     Seek forensic evidence and beauty,
     Follow ribbons of shells
Cast empty from the pounding sea.

Standing there,
on the cold, damp sand
in the open air.

Hearing the gush of the waves
Crash against the rocks
and roll onto the shore
-Gently kissing your feet.
The Coldness is overpowered
by the emotions and relief within.

The light finally begins to rise,
The skies grow a blissful blue-
in contrast to the regular, deeply darkened grey;
mirroring the colour within your mind.

Feeling your hair ****** forward
along with the black crow-
The long residing and awaiting crow.

The final release,
Resulting in the return of
light, tranquility, and peace.

The final release
of this Dead Weight
-constantly on your shoulder,
Weighing down on your chest,
and fluttering throughout your mind.

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The final release
freeing you from this
Godawful, hell of a disease.

When I was a kid
my father taught me
how to swim
So I could not drown
When the waves pull me
with them
And so I learned,
Now whenever people
Try to pull me down,
I do not sink

Waves are crashing on a sunny day,
my love for you grows day by day.
Leaves are falling; autumn wind,
my soul is falling without a hint.
Colder than the winter snow,
my heart is freezing, you didn't know.
The spring will come,
our flower will bloom;
an endless cycle, we'll be home soon.