I like to swim in oceans blue,
but I love to sink
in the undertow of tears.
My skin's not soft like theirs—
it's calloused
by everything I've feared.
My hair doesn't flow
like the sea—
it knots
with the weight of being me.
And I try—
God knows
how hard I try—
to smile
while barely
staying afloat.
This grief
has no undoing,
and I am tired
from the storm inside.
When will I find
a place to land—
some quiet shore
that asks for nothing more?
Just once,
I laughed
without ache—
before the salt
began to split me.
When will I drift
with the current,
not swim
against it,
not claw for air,
not drown in tears—
but rest,
at last,
in peace?
Let the salt
cleanse
what I cannot name,
as I sink
into silence,
wave by wave.
The sea never answers—
but it never turns away.
𖦹
- 𝓑𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓽
Author's Note
𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉.𝒲𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒.
This poem is personal. It carries the weight of unspoken wounds—the kind that don't always show but ache all the same. Scars aren't just on the skin. Some live in the way we breathe, the way we smile through storms, the way we long to rest.
If you've ever felt like you're barely staying afloat—this is for you.
You are not weak for feeling deeply.
You are not alone in the salt.

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