Ode to the Sea

beauty of the sea

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To and fro you send your waves,
without stop or delay.
If everything else fails,
to you still whisper I may.
Whisper the heaviness of my way.
Tell you the stories I can no longer carry,
throw them in your depths and be merry.
Being immense and astonishingly deep,
there is so much you can keep.
Without any danger to your salt flower,
there is so much you can devour.
From the pain so common to the human heart,
to the vanity of our beach display.
From the despair of a lost soul,
to the sweetness of a young couple’s fruit bowl.
And why should you ever at the face of human drama even stir?
When all the theater in your depths gives us a blur.

by Helena Smole,
author of Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type

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