Beach Poem

The Beach Is Soothing For The Soul

When I was younger, I lived in California. I would go to the beach all the time with my family and refuse to leave. We ended up moving to Arkansas without my acceptance. As I got older, I lost interest in things that I usually loved, and I started losing my way. I go back to the beach every summer and find comfort there with the sound of the waves. I wrote this poem while I was at the beach one of the summers because I knew when I went back to Arkansas, I would again lose interest.

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Published: August 8, 2020

Falling asleep with the sound of beach waves,
The soothing noise as they crash on the shore,
Fading emptiness when they would engrave.
I still hear it when I open the door.

The freshness and saltiness of the breeze,
It is powerful and very peaceful,
The type of peace that brings me to my knees.
These waves understand me more than people.

Without waves, I float into dark abyss.
Nothing feels right anymore, I'm lonely.
Without all these ocean waves, I would miss.
Even when It's cold here, I am cozy.

I'm at peace, I finally found meaning.
Waves carry me; they keep me from leaving.

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