“Let it all out, let those tears fall,
Let your cries cut through like daggers sharp,”
I’ve been told it would do me good
To leave behind my wounds, keep the scars.
The waves crashing into the sorrows we hide,
Drowning our tears, taking them away;
After all, what difference do a few more drops make?
What are my cries in the face of raging tides?
So insignificant, so small, invisible,
Just a mere speck in a world so vast,
If I wanted my cries heard, I’d have let them be,
But some wounds you nurse all alone in the dark,
Away from all the prying eyes and salt;
The burns and stings from the ocean suffice,
A burning throat and a voice so hoarse,
Right there, crying into the ocean.
Fighting for breath, sprayed cold by the waves,
Eyes burning red, all tears washed away,
Cold to the bone, so frozen and numb,
Another melancholy heart, yet another day.
Exquisite pain in the countless cuts left
Perhaps they’re the only memory to remain;
How foolish it is to hold on to pain,
When you could cry into the ocean, again?
Weeping into the endless depths,
Salty tears, and waters saltier still,
Secrets drowned and lost to the sea,
Perhaps, like sunken treasures they’ll be.
And maybe someday we shall find
Letters in bottles drifting with the tides,
Just another soul bleeding in ebony,
More tears into the ocean cried.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
In an attempt towards trying to look for more inspiration, I used a notification from Co-Star as my prompt for today’s poem. I tried a little bit of word-play, and I tried playing around with the different ways that the phrase ‘Cry into the Ocean’ could be interpreted. I don’t think I’ve ever put so much thought into a poem, and I am very proud of the way this one turned out. I hope you like it as much as I do.