The View from Here

To the sea I go

with my worries in tow

and my chest all tied in a knot.

Into the sea I go

where the waves crash low

and the salt air is healing and hot.

Slowly my chest decompresses

letting go of my stresses

and the future’s not as scary as I thought.

To the sea I will go

when my spirit sinks low

even only if it’s just in my mind;

For the sea I know

will heal me when I go,

a magic waiting for me always to find.