Blue Ocean

Leave your worries by the shoreline,

And run your bare feet through the sand. 

Let the water be a soft bed, 

When you cannot bear to stand. 

Before you duck beneath the water,

Where the world is mute and calm.

Tell the fish of all your problems,

As they come and swim past you.

When your lungs are close to bursting,

Swim above the waves and breathe.

Let the water hold your sadness,

And wash it out to the sea.

So like a message in a glass bottle,

Your worries will be set free.

And yes, the sea might make you feel alone,

But the world has troubles too. 

For how else do you suppose, 

The ocean got so blue


Photo by Aaron Ulsh

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