Ocean Drawn

Upon the wings of eagles.

Ocean Drawn

Drawn to the dancing rays of dawn, I sat upon the shore silently sifting silky sand between my toes, while the ebbs and flood of tides tossed along the shore, the sun peeked above the horizon as I hoped to find what I was looking for.

Although the moment moved me, regrets threw wrinkles in my plan, as behind me stood my castle, and though not made of sand, it felt forever fragile for I had fallen many floors, all the while a key was in my pocket that no longer fit a lock to what no longer was my door.

I turned back towards the ocean, and the sun had fully shown, and towards me, twinkles glistened upon the epipelagic zone, and moving to me closer even so much more, likened to the very feet of Jesus walking on water towards me in tandem with the light that approached me where I sat upon the shore.

As the sunlight finally met me upon my beach I so adored, my heart was held at bay while my soul began to warm. Just then my thoughts turned to you and the chaotic crypt of torment that for years you put me through, while trapped in your seaside castle, you and I at best held together loosely but with only children’s glue and toys. I felt a heavy weight had lifted and had sunk to the ocean’s floor, as I’d finally had enough that you mattered to me no more.

It is said the time is the great healer, but I strongly disagree, knowing then my time in life will have passed me from the pain you inflicted upon me. But, in the end, it is but only weathered memories that remain in the debris, as the two of us I consider, I now consider only me, as I know now that I matter, and that matters so much to me, as together you and I existed just a step behind the reach for open doors, and for the life that lies before me, upon the wings of eagles shall I soar.