The open ocean

By Anonymous

The waves roll in and out, 
Reaching up to the sand and then falling back home.
I wade in and dive under.
I can taste the saltiness on my lips.
I love the ocean,
The feeling of freedom as you swim,
Floating back in with the waves,
It makes me forget the world.
I come up for breath but I can’t.
The riptides are strong; 
I do not fight it, I wait for an opening, then come up.
The cool air greets me.
And at that moment I hate the ocean,
Yet I still yearn to go back in.
How could I love something yet hate it so much?
I walk back to shore and stand right where 
The water meets the dry sand, 
Standing right between love and hate.

 

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