Salt Wounds + Midnight Blues
Something That Should Be in the Past But Isn't
I wish I could remember the good times
without having to cover my wounds
with salt.
All those days,
flooded with sunshine
and laughter,
sweat and sand,
and of course;
salt.
The salt was so sweet at first,
but now it just stings.
All of those days
of sunshine
and blue skies
that meet the sea;
are like a salt wound
to me.
They sting
and burn my skin;
leaving me feeling
raw. Uncomfortable.
All of those days;
of laughing until I'm lightheaded,
and leaving at sunset--
when the last bit of sun
turns the sky pink and orange
while it sets behind PV.
All of those days
when we leave with our
salty
sandy
worn out
bodies;
that are holding onto
the last bit of energy;
trying to make it up the beach
while we crash and stumble;
laughing some more
as we make the climb.
These days
are like salt
on an open wound.
These memories flood my head
every now and again;
and I can't help it
but break down
and rust--
ironically,
with salty tears
flooding down my face.
I can't escape.
so I run to the sea.
I run to the salt--
quietly hoping
to see you there too.
I sit there,
and see all of the earth
come together in one place
while my life seems to be
falling apart.
The dark sky
hangs above my head
while the sounds of the
sea soothe my salty tears.
In the night,
I look to the sea,
and ask Her a cure
for my salt wounds.
She tells me;
"Wahine,
I love you,
but I can't fix you
this time.
My kieki,
you just have to face the facts."
And just like that,
more salty tears came down
my cheeks to add to the sea.
She reached out
in waves
but I didn't
want her touch.
I wanted his touch.
She added more salt
to my wounds
and it stings.
But although
the salt stings,
salt is what kills me
and cures me.
About the Creator
Lauren Day
i surf. i travel. i take some photos here and there. i life alot.
i think. i write. i think some more.
then something cool happens where i write until my bones ache.
end of story.
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