Trying to find comfort in the ocean breeze.
Comfort does not wash upon the shore.
I've watched the gulls search for food
And dolphins frolic between the swells.
I still go hungry and lack the joy to play.
I’ve listened to the roar and crash of waters beating against the rocks
And lapping at the sands.
It has not been a peaceful lullaby nor a rousing call to arms.
I have learned but one thing, this many months.
No matter the weather, the season, the time of day or night,
The illumination of stars and moon or a sultry sun, it does not care.
The waves keep on coming.
Make of them what you wish.
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