yeah i cringe when i try to share poetry. not as cozy with that as drawing, but here goes.
I was born again in North Carolina
On the coast near rusty men fishing for sharks.
We spent our time inside the water
And wore nothing but shorts and sand and scars.
Submitted our bodies to gravity’s hold
(Misrepresented as stillness condensed)
Its arms are a space that forever folds
Hugs and shoves, bends bones, loves turbulence.
We endure what our ocean loves
And our ocean loves how we last,
How gentle hands brush sand from blood
and burns we recieved when we crashed
on the gleaming beach, stunned in the skull
Happy, unsure, we delicately stand
Away, waves rush away and firmly pull
Our ankles and steps back away from the land.