The smell of the ocean breeze and the way the ocean feels under my feet
As I walk tenderly across the sand with the whitecaps hitting my ankles
The melody the waves
create is just what I need to relax and calm myself
Then suddenly I am sucked into the current and cannot get free
Time seems to stop as my life flashes before my eyes
Finally as my feet reach the ocean floor I walk steadily in the direction of land
Hoping it is where I came from
For some reason I feel no need for breathing in the air I need
The shore is near and I am not sure
As I rise from the water people look at me in fear
No doubt I look terrible from taking a brutal beating in the ocean
Then I look down into my reflection in the water and I look nothing like the person I was before
It takes my family a moment to realize its me only prettier than before
They are shaken with this weird transformation that took place
Reflection
The poem is like the story of how Aphrodite came to be, except it is about how beautiful yet deadly the ocean can be. It goes to show that change can be good.
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Ash Blackwood
I'm just going through life. I have the same ups and downs as everyone on this planet. I'm only human.
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