sea eyes and ocean arms
and a thousand waves crashing against your body
with nothing than a quiet cry and a loud sigh for help
to look after it and love it and cherish it
and all the things it does for you; to sustain you and carry you from a to b
from here to there
without resentment for the strain you put it under
you might do well to remember that bodies were not meant to be tied back,
and neither were oceans,
they are meant to be fervent and dancing under the stars
with strength and not a thought of being unworthy of the shell that contains them
but with a birth right of esteem for their body of water, and deep –
your heart contains seas of love for others
I pray one day a few drops find their way onto your own soil
so that lilies may grow in the nooks of your unloved parts
and that spring might erupt like a bed of flowers
everywhere you deemed unfit to be loved
before