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there is a cure
for every ail
in the ocean
my broken skin
and battered heart
floating back to the surface
so i can live
again

on the days when i
had nothing left to give
the ocean made me new again
buffing and exfoliating
all my dying and dried-out
rough parts
the ones no one wanted to
clean up or hold

on the days
when i couldn’t help but be
too much
when i drowned the ones i love
in melancholic waves
even the strongest swimmers
couldn't ride

and when the day came
when the sunshine
the sativa
and the salty ocean tide
were not enough
i looked into your ocean eyes
and found a cure
for every ail
my broken skin
and battered heart
floated back to the surface
and i lived
again

© Mary dela Torre, 2017

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