laying down in the ocean
thinking on the saying,
"salt water heals all wounds,"
gentle wave upon gentle wave
covers my body,
I ache with the numbing cold,
my pain still throbs;
I bleed,
the salt can't reach
this broken heart
these words
echo down an empty hallway
full of people straining
under the burden of their own existence,
their ears attuned only
to that which gives them release
from their chosen strain,
their capacity reached,
these words fall victim
to the din of being,
floating on the air
as dust in a storm
