Her eyes redstinging…feet buried underneath the sand.She decodes the vast seabefore her.
The smell of salt carried by thewind, as waves roared underneath thegrey skies, before her.
Clouds roll inthe skies cry,the light blindsas the thunder claps for her.
The sea calls her name andinvite her inas a blanket of black coal coversthe sky above her.She goes under, as the waves pulled her in.She feels at home, freein the arms of the ocean. She feels the ocean carry her,delivering her, taking all the burdens from her.
-Written on September 30, 2014
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Cassiie Etienne
28 years old. I have been writing for as long as I could remember. For some reason writing was the only way I could express myself when I was younger and it still is one of the best ways I express myself.
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