Does the sea know
that I'm drowning on land?
If not, let my tears flow rivers
and reach its shores of sand,
carrying my story and message
and a plea for someone,
anyone, to understand.
Let the waves carry my whispers,
the echoes of a heart in distress,
beyond the horizon where silence lingers,
and in its vastness, find a place to confess.
For though my body stands rooted in earth,
my soul drifts like a sail lost in the breeze,
seeking solace in the depths of the surf,
hoping the sea will bring me peace.
Does the sea know the weight I carry?
Or do its tides pull at a deeper thread—
a bond between my broken heart
and the endless sky above my head?
In its depths, will I be heard,
or will the waves swallow my cry,
forever unanswered, like a forgotten word
lost in the echo of the tide's sigh.
“I normally do all my writing late at night or during my commute to school, but when I’m not doing that I love exploring different music genres and reading authors such as Jane Austen. On weekends, I typically go cafe-hopping and spend time with siblings.”
-Gia Mehta
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