Sea-Drawn

Photo by 𝕡𝕒𝕨𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕤 on Unsplash

The sea calls my name
in quiet waves,
a voice woven through salt and wind;

it tugs at my chest like a tide,
slow, insistent,
drawing me towards
brackish depths
and driftwood-littered shores;

I long to stand in the shallows,
sand between my toes,
the scent of brine
in my tousled hair;

this yearning pulls
at something deep in me—
a place that remembers a home 
before I do. 

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It’s sea-lover season. I have to admit, as the weather becomes milder, I do feel the pull of the sea even more than usual.

Jo xo