IN THE SEA OF TEARS
“I ran along the shore today, the wind tearing at my hair, the salt stinging my skin. It felt like the ocean was trying to cleanse my grief. For the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of peace. Grief is a tempest, but even in its depths, I found the strength to stay afloat. The stars above reminded me of the light we carry within.”
The sea of tears, an endless expanse,
Draws me into its mournful dance.
Beneath the waves, where silence cries,
I see no ground, no saving skies.
In this abyss, where deserts fail,
The sun’s fierce fire leaves no trail.
Alone I drift, a shadow untamed,
No longer the one by my name reclaimed.
The winds rise up — my heart burns wild,
No longer the meek, no longer the child.
Hands once soft now wield the flame,
Cleansing the scars of grief’s cruel name.
Through waves of sorrow, I reach the stars,
Breaking the chains of ancient bars.
The granite held tears, now turned to stone,
Yet my soul sings — no longer alone.
