Deep as the ocean she breathes.
Patiently awaiting the gentle tide to come in and take away her thoughts.
Rolling through her hair,
Every strand being released
By the constant flow of consciousness
It sucks her in.
She yearns for a release.
Not the kind where you scream into a pillow.
But the kind of release where you look to the horizon
And everything you feel goes completely out of focus.
The kind of release where escaping from your ego doesn't seem like such a bad idea.
As I talk about her
I'm clenching these pages
Thinking the same thing
Feeling the same words
That flow off this pen.
I'd advise her that everything will be ok, but will it?
Lessons will come in quicker than the change in season,
but you can't stop these leaves from falling
Nor can you catch them all.
I'd tell her to stop holding on to the world
But sometimes our grip can be so strong that
Not even a flood can take away the marks
So I breathe in union with her
Hoping that maybe my waves will soothe her sand
Gently caressing her rough edges.
Author: Sarah Daigle
Sarah has been a writer her entire life. She has written lyrics for other artists and her own music, collaborated in spoken words, written articles, stories, poems and always has a journal on hand to note all the quirky observations that she sees.