My Ocean

It’s a kind of storm. Out at sea.
My head is an ocean… sharks, shipwrecks, huge overwhelming waves.
The water falls out my eyes. The ocean is too full.
Boats crash on the rocks. The impact is felt on my temples.
Thunder roars in and over me and hot tears rip down my face.
All is quiet. Just drowning. Too much ocean. Stillness.
Impact. Collision with rocks.
It starts again. The storm. The swell. The over-flow. My ocean…

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One thought on “My Ocean

  1. thats really moving Ciara, the words capture the connection between who we are, what we experience, and how the external space and vastness of our world reflects our inner being. Its courageous writing. x

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