Scribbled Thoughts

The shock of icy cold

water touching your fragile

everything

reminds you nature

is not your friend,

it does not know you,

accommodate you,

it just is,

and you need to adjust

or get out of the way.

Bottle up this feeling of serenity

and let your soul be revived

to unearth your stories,

your truths

your everything

that needs to be remembered,

that others need to know.

A wider, more elaborate path

allowing to view more,

feel more

experience the peace

of your favourite place

even though you’ve both changed,

grown,

let others in that altered you.

Nostalgia drifts in the air,

sprays your skin with water’s backlash

but revives you in your future.

You are different

this place is not your saviour,

you have another,

but you will always remember,

appreciate,

return.

The smell of salt

is childhood, peace,

a serene sit as you both watch

others run around,

dogs pull to the water,

desperate to experience

the euphoria of the sea.

Strip off your shoes

and slip on crocs,

letting the cold fresh water

wash over your legs,

reaching rolled up trousers

and staining you with happiness.

Familiar streets settle the soul,

sights not seen in a decade

remind of the person you were,

the path you’ve travelled,

the confidence you gained

and peace you have

in who you are,

how far you’ve come.

You can enjoy this place

as someone who likes themselves,

who is truly happy.

Pack for a trip

and take half your life

with you,

maybe even more,

unsure what you can function

without for a week.

Imagine only having yourself

to occupy you,

what truths would that reveal?

Situations that annoy

melt off you,

leaving no stain,

no residue to cling

and ruin your mood.

No matter what

they can’t keep you,

and that is the

greatest feeling

in the world.

Counting down to freedom,

escape,

a brief distraction

from everyday life

you’ve been envisioning for months.

Potential problems

pop up to disrupt,

but they will not win,

you will not be stopped.