The ocean

The ocean is my heartbreak place
my going home to momma place
to lick my wounds and fall safe
into the fierce mother

The ocean is my safe haven,
a more vast than my actions place,
of a magnitude equal to hold my sorrow and longing space
for too much to hold or understand

The ocean is my ‘it will be all right’ place
my ‘I will hold you tight’ place,
the place that judges me worthy,
equal to my struggles and sure to overcome them.

The ocean is my ‘you can rest a bit’ place
‘before you go on to conquer’ place,
a place where my largest self is held.

4974358169_2387028427_z.jpgOcean by Elizabeth, on Flickr