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Black Shore

My Childhood Longing

By Christal FelixPublished 3 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
An AI recreation of a photo I took at sunset in St. Lucia (2025)

I long to be an exotic black shore.

Long to be me yet healed, happy, rich and free.

To gain peace never having to implore,

Enjoying spiritual harmony.

With the release of volcanic fury,

Who knew would be born an elegant shore?

Who now opens her arms to warmth freely,

Healed of all pain, no more fear to endure.

She hears the songs of birds, the mellow waves.

Feels the cooling winds, sees the whining sand,

She holds her history within her, in caves.

A distinct therapeutic hinterland.

That majestic black shore, her worth declared,

All the riches she claimed flourished and soared.

Regaining all of what she was exploited,

The land, the people, the light in concord.

Spread my arms wide in the face of the sun,

Sing all those songs from deep within my core.

Dream! Dance! Twirl! Whirl! Till the cool day is done,

Write out my heart till I want nothing more...

One day I’ll be an exotic black shore.

I will be healed, happy, rich and a free me,

Gaining peace without having to implore,

Treasuring spiritual harmony.

Ode

About the Creator

Christal Felix

I write for the ones rebuilding their lives softly, with courage wrapped in calm. Through stories of healing, creativity, and the quiet power of self-discovery, I share for those learning to rest and rise again.

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