I felt myself swimming
Away from the coast
Having waited my life
For a ship to come in
I’d spent far too long
In the comfort of ports
Bemoaning poor weather
Not noticing sun
I was chewing on fat
It was weighing me down
Buttered me up
But glossed over my thirst
I had to let go
Of old harbours that hemmed
And dreams that consisted
Of treasure to find
I knew I must swim
For one reason only
To revel in pleasure
It brought to my limbs
I was lithe as an eel
As I noodled new space
Weaving my shape
As a ribbon of joy
But then came the day
Ocean gnawed at my scars
I felt raw, as wounds opened
I thought to be healed
I nearly turned back
But I asked a wise wave
Why I smarted so much
Why I noticed it now…..
She rasped, with the roll
Of the women before me
Who’d seen the same colours
And hit the same rocks
“What you feel, is the sting
Of not toeing the line.
Of cutting your skin
On sharp stones that you find
And
Sometimes, it will hurt
But….sometimes…. how you’ll glide!
When you swap a safe haven
To swim against tide.”
And she gave me a sack,
It was heavy yet bright
It was hard, but dissolved,
It reflected the light
As I savoured each pearl
That at first, looked like grit
She said
“This is your salt….
and YOU ARE WORTH IT”
So often, we get in the habit of ‘swimming’ to reach a place, a destination……but when we try and find meaning in the act of movement itself, be it physically, intellectually or emotionally, we embrace our true power.
Thank you Julie. Needed to read that today ❤️ x