Creative Writing 6 (Free Verse)
The tranquil blue softens our mind to mirror it’s apparent kindness—letting us form a closer acquaintanceship with each wave that folds towards our skin.
It is foreign, it is a deep, dark unknown that rolls to our feet and gives surface-level company.
The salt climbs our skin and crystallizes the infections of our recent wounds—we are healed by the graceful touch of something we can never fully know.
And we stand there, bathing in it’s radiating warmth, expecting the sea to give us what we came for.