Healing Tides

 

I arrived feeling the sea on my skin, 

pale from a hidden winter

Humidity joining my still shaky fingers, 

sticking them together

The wind parting my hair, my soul

beginning to recover, little by little

dancing all that's broken

Broken are the parts of my soul that should be untouchable,

broken are the seashells on the beach

making-up the changing shores;

Open is my alertness, survival instinct

Open is nature, in the tides of this island-

Always ready to row,

to reach the existence

of a peaceful ocean.