breaking the surface

stepping out of the sea

I pull myself 

up the rocky banks

to where the thick

strong grass grows

the water rolls off

my body in rivulets

down my sturdy legs

and straightening back

there is a light

breeze

and it lifts my head up

by the chin

the land here seems the

same as a long way 

back

but yet so different

and new

things I perhaps

remember

from a long lost dream

refashioned

by my own hands

the sea had

been a long voyage

through relentless

waves

that teased and

tricked

sometimes

vicious

cracking across

my chest

like chains

sometimes it soothed

lapping through

my fingers

as I dragged myself

further and further

often I fell

deep into the blue

til the coldness

and salt

began to suffocate

in the beginning-

I had been tossed

into the sea

by a hurricane

that seemed

to last nearly

two whole years

now turning I see

that former 

place in the distance

and there I am-

on the old shoreline

hands shielding

my eyes from

the blazing

orange sun

I look back at the 

younger me

she may be

smaller

thinner even

but I don’t miss her

or want to be her

no desire 

to swap that 

exact moment

in her life

for mine now

I wave

she waves back

at me

and I laugh

-poor girl-

you’ve got a hell

of a way to go