The letters to the ocean
Never go unanswered;
The ocean whispers a lullaby
Caressing her scarred heart
Whenever her tears mingle with it.
Today, for some reason, I am feeling uninspired and stuck. The scariest place for a writer is to be in that black zone where she feels lost and uninspired. As I sit on my bed today, feeling the heaviness in my heart, I remember one morning that I have spent with the sea waves.
It was in 2013. I was extremely hurt and clueless in my life as there were various things that were going wrong in my life. I walked on the beach hopelessly, letting the sea waves caress my feet. I kept looking at the distant horizon as if I was waiting for a miracle to happen.
Tears escaped my eyes and merged with the sea. I was in that state for quite some time, after which I started feeling better. The sea absorbed my pain, like it was its own. The harmony of waves was balmy and soothing. There was some message in that harmony...to rise and shine.
If only I could now spend some time sitting by the sea, being absolutely vulnerable. If only I could now write letters to the ocean...
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