Mother Sea

There is something about people like me. The broken. With our crushed hearts and shattered minds, we quiver in pain. Your fingers tangle through the threads that keep us together; which one will you pull next? The red or the bleeding?

In the twilight we shroud the masks like shedding skin. We, the broken. We scream. Holding out our hands to those of you who broke us. Hoping one of you will hold out a hand. Hoping one of you will hold us till it’s ok.

As a child I learnt how to swim. And the cool ripples of the sea baptised me. She held me in her watery arms, whispering of all the tears ever cried. Whispering of things bigger; greater than me. And so the sea held me like the child I was, teaching me of emotions. Teaching me of things so much more than me.

I grew. The sea became the ocean. Still she whispered to me. Telling me of hope, dreams and the power of the moon kiss. Telling me how even she bowed to greater things. Still she held me like the child I was, and she taught me strength. How to hold my head up on my own and breath for me.

Yet again I grew. This time she did not grow. Rather I became to see, she was both mother sea and mother ocean. She told me of life. Of memory. Of fear. She held me and whispered her love to me. How she hoped I was strong enough to cry for her, for all things bigger than me. How she hoped I was strong enough to hope, to dream. Then she held me once more like the child I was, and she cried for me.

Abandoned by all who clamed their love for me; once more I fled to the sea. She remained unchanged, untouched by all but the moon kiss. And she held me, but no longer was I a child. She wept for me; mother sea and taught me of life as I sunk down through her inky black waters.

The children of the sea; unloved by all but me. Mother to us all is she. The kind, killing sea.

I am broken: and so are we. Deep down in the depths, drowned in mother sea.

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This is about, and I suppose for all, those children who have to grow up too fast for whatever reason.
Sometimes we seek comfort where others least expect it.

Inspired by a collection of short stories called the book of the beach.

I love many things. Including the contradictions I sometimes contain.
I’m a little too obsessive over the colour red. I love traveling and have permanent wanderlust. I drink too much peppermint tea and sometimes sing the blues to my dog. I obsessively carry around notepads when I’ve got writers block and have been telling my family since I was eight that I will be a writer one day.
I love looking up at the moon at night and the smell of the beach in winter.

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Comments

  • Teacup
    Teacupover 4 years ago

    my heart aches for you and all who have had to grow up to soon…
    children should be nurtured and loved unconditionally…
    the flow of your writing is so beautiful that is makes the content even more heartwrentching…
    xx

  • Thank you so much Teacup for your kind words. I agree, children should be… and hopefully one day they all will be.
    xx

    – Emraldae

  • lolowe
    loloweover 4 years ago

    When I think of the water, the sea, the ocean…I think of it as a collection of some deep unknown power, drowning us as we drown ourselves..but only much more gently.

    This poem speaks to me. It hold my own heart gently and weeps as those waters do for each soul wishing to find within themselves the strength to shed their tears. I thought this was beautiful, and painful…but incredibly written…with so much emotion you can’t help but feel it.

  • Lolowe, I agree, thats what I think of too. I’m not sure I’m glad it speaks to you so clearly, but I am glad you found understanding within it. its never nice to feel alone.
    Thank you so much. xx

    – Emraldae

  • galaticos
    galaticosover 4 years ago

    I sea and you see……. I’m looking forward to the writing that displays an energy harnessed…….. I’ll be waiting to read a concise this…….

  • Thanks for the idea Galaticos :)

    – Emraldae

  • Mia Rose
    Mia Roseover 4 years ago

    Oh, the heartache.. feeling this deeply. xo

  • Thank you for understand Mia rose. you have a lovely name xx

    – Emraldae

  • Erika .
    Erika .about 4 years ago

  • Mark Ramstead
    Mark Ramsteadabout 4 years ago

    Perhaps life is simply the time it takes to break down and become the sea…

  • Perhaps it is :)
    I really like that thought mark.

    – Emraldae

  • Vesna *
    Vesna *about 4 years ago

    Your words touch me so deeply…I send my love to you Em

  • And I’ll send mine right back.
    Thank you Vesna

    – Emraldae

  • AmberLily
    AmberLilyabout 4 years ago

    You have captured the essence of the pain of the child who could never be a child ‘In the twilight we shroud the masks like shedding skin. We, the broken. We scream. Holding out our hands to those of you who broke us. Hoping one of you will hold out a hand. Hoping one of you will hold us till it’s ok.’
    Well done.x

  • I was really trying to give them a voice… and I’m so glad you feel I’ve been able to do that.
    Thank you AmberLily xx
    you have a beautiful name by the way.

    – Emraldae

  • dovey1968
    dovey1968about 4 years ago

    this is so touching x

  • Thank you Dovey xx

    – Emraldae

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