This poem was inspired by two people who I have grown very attached to. Maybe one day I will go back and edit this poem so it is not longer in free style. I don't know why I hate free style so much.

Anyway, let's talk about something cool: my birth. I was born inside a beach house, not a hospital. My mother went into labor two weeks early when she was relaxing in the sand letting the waves crash into her legs. I think the ocean excited me and I was ready to come out.

One of my lovely friends claims I was meant to be a mermaid. Maybe I was! :) Haha, anyway. I thought I would share one of my favorite websites that is full of secrets: Post Secret ... It's a great website if you want to hear some sad, beautiful, and interesting confessions. I plan on sending them a post card sometime soon.

The Land and the Sea

He fills me with excitement;

I love keeping him a secret—

The way he calls me “beautiful”,

His warm hands,

Dreamy eyes that secure me in a place of wonder,

A void that travels oceanic depths,

To visit a lonely seashell, where I live.

We talk through echolocation...

He hears my frequencies, pitches, and tones,

Listens to every pulse

Because it resonates his mind.

Communication unlike any I have ever had--

We do not need words;

We share breaths, moans, and whispers.

I want to swim with him to a place no one knows about.

A place where we can watch a blue world turn technicolor.

I want to watch the sunrise and sunset with him,

Resurface home by evening,

And know

That he is deep under the water,

My Atlantis

At home, I collect these soothing memories,

And stash them away between two pages in a book.

Where no one will ever dare to look--

Home is where I am loved.

He and I walk on this earth together;

We march in unison, perfectly happy.

So why?

Why do I need to hide under the water?

Why do I hold my breath every time,

I think about a part of me that lies on the ocean floor?

Don’t I belong on the bedroom floor?

In a perfectly white room?

In clothes that fit just a tad too tight?

Be down to earth?

I would rather complete go bare,

And dive into my escape.

The ocean calls me while

The land wonders why I leave him,

The land fears me drowning,

The land fears me leaving him to join the fish,

The land does not know where to find me.

I inspire to be with both the land and sea,

Live in a little beach house,

The ocean will always see me,

The land will always support me.

I cannot trust the ocean because he does not know where he is going;

Sometimes he make me seasick with uncertainty,

Unpredictability, and doubt...

The land protects me,

I just fear earthquakes and tsunamis.

The tide coming too close,

Flooding my home,

Ruining the foundation.

The place where I belong,

No longer has a roof over my head.

Coexistence is unobtainable,

So I will go on my vacations,

And tell the land to wait.

Hoping he will trust me

I wish I could breathe underwater...

And not feel asphyxiated for air.

Sweet oxygen tormenting my lungs!

My salty tears are capsuled memories

Of how much I miss the sea...

The sea floats on without me,

He is so expansive...

I wonder if he really misses me.

Should I ground myself and bury my heart in the ground?

Or swim in the waves where they may take me?