…crashing upon the shore.
To be something more.
The water, it soaks
into the sand beneath
but only to return to the ocean.
to the beat.
of waves crashing upon the shore.
Over and over the cycle continues.
Like the emotions of our souls
only wanting to be seen.
Only wanting more.
Trying to take hold of the solid foundation beneath our feet
only to sink through the fingers of those
we wish would see
us suffering on our knees.
but their eyes are closed
they cannot hear
their hearts are hardened to the stories of our fear
only wanting to be held.
To stand on solid ground.
No more pounding
no more crashing
through the pain of long ago.
When our childhood needs unmet
left us broken
left us cold.
to the world swirling around us
like the ocean in a storm.
Our souls cry for love…
a longing we’ve long ignored.
Our egos reach out in greed.
to be seen.
Waiting for another
to come and fill our need.
But the cycle never ends.
Like the waves crashing on the shore.
It’s not another that can hold us…
but ourselves who are the sand.
Like tiny grains of broken shells
we refuse to the hold the water
and instead it slips back
to the ocean
to the storm from whence it came
only longing to be loved
yet unwilling to be seen.
by the only one who matters
it’s ourselves we must learn to be.
and to cherish.
our own souls in need of caring
we foolishly turn away.
The pain it scares us,
we do not dare to swim
in the oceans of our sorrows,
the outcome seems too grim.
But truth comes in the deepness,
when we dare to delve right in
we find it was our own eyes we were longing
to be the ones looking in.
Our own ears to do the hearing,
of our cries of pain and sorrow.
The comfort we can bring ourselves,
is the healing of tomorrow.
Why do we refuse to give ourselves
the very things we are longing for?
Stop turning to another
they would fill the void.
For they can never feel the lonely pain inside,
it’s not theirs to enjoy.
It is our own,
we must embrace it.
Understanding comes from few,
unless they share the background stories
there’s nothing they can do.
It’s time for us to stop and listen
see the waves beating on the shore
the cycle is not meant to stop
and never to be ignored.
We can learn to sit with it,
feel the water rushing over
our feet, our souls,
as we embrace
the stories that make us whole.
The ocean is not broken,
the storms do not destroy it.
Destruction comes when we resist,
so let’s no longer fight it.
Perhaps it’s not longing after all,
only reaching to tell a story.
Of how our lives are beautiful
like waves crashing on the shore.