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I Used To Love The Sea

April 8, 2015
By hannaenchiladas PLATINUM, Hudsonville, Michigan
hannaenchiladas PLATINUM, Hudsonville, Michigan
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I used to love the sea.
The first time I saw it, I fell in love with the calmness and mystery.
I walked down to where the sea met the shore and put my feet in.
Caught off guard, I was pulled into the current.
The sea showed me it’s crystal  waters and how gorgeous it was at sunset,
the sea showed me how it cares for those close to it,
the sea showed me things it never showed anyone else.
It let me see the beauty underneath the surface of the waves,
the coral reefs, the various fish and other sea creatures.
It even showed me the darkness that hides from the light,
the unknown marine life, it’s ship wrecks and secret coves.
One day, the sea was vicious.
It tossed me around like a beach ball,
it slapped my face with it’s hard waves,
it rained on me with more wrath than I ever imagined a sea could have.
I almost drowned during the storm,
I wanted to give up and let the sea win.
Soon the sea became peaceful again and I regained my strength,
but I was left with marks that would never disappear.
More people began visiting the sea,
coming to see what the big fuss was because I was raving about it.
So many people would come and stare and provide compliments,
some even got the tour I got when I first came.
I thought the visitors would die out but they kept coming.
At night, when they were gone, the storms would come again,
lashing out on me, taking me under once more,
stripping me of all I had to my name.
I left the sea after countless storms,
I was weak,
I was exhausted,
I was done fighting.
Yet, I still sit on the shore and sometimes the waves will reach me,
and I’ll jump right back in,
until the next big storm comes and I run out.
Sometimes I long for the water between my toes
and will walk down to where the sea meets the shore,
just to say hello.
I know things will never be the same,
between the sea and I
and I was ready to find something new to love.
After years of sitting on the beach,
and watching the sea,
I pack up my things and walk to my car with no intentions of returning.
As I drive away, I whisper
I used to love the sea.



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