๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐งโฆ
It speaks so deeply within that I had to close my eyes and feel the storm; itโs chaos and calm, itโs raging and steady, it crashes and then it lifts.
It bore untold stories, hidden signs, and broken promises. But then thereโs always that unwavering hopeโthat small voice that carries the answer, and the certain feeling of strength that catches up in every lost breath.
I often wonder how many mysteries Iโd still uncover just by watching the ocean, whether in the afternoon fiery-orange glow or in the eerie silence of the night with its crest and through shimmering under the pale light of the moon.
To be freed, to be healed, to be lost, and to be found.
But I am certain she knowsโฆthe ocean knows who I am, no matter how I hide, no matter how I pretend.
She knows meโฆ
She knows my name;
every laugh, every smile,
every moan, every cry,
every prayerโsheโs been there,
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
โ
*image: franco alva / unsplash
