The Ocean I Carry

A poem inspired by the Dutch song "Oceaan" ( Racoon / og3ne) I put in a note yesterday...

There is a sea beneath my skin,
not made of salt,
but of every word I never said
because it would have broken me
or you.

A tide of half-truths
and aching silences,
of fists unclenched too late
and love that limped away
before it learned to breathe.

I have crawled through nights
with my heart between my teeth,
begging the sky
not to make me cry again.

But tears come
like the moon —
not for permission,
but for rhythm.

And so I carry this ocean,
not to drown in,
but to remember
that even sorrow has a shimmer
when the light touches it right.

Let the others walk.
Let them run.
I will wade
into myself
until I find the shore
I once forgot.

There —
I will stand.
Salt on my skin.
Truth in my lungs.
And no one left to save
but me.

Simona 🦋

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