Sometimes the sea in me is calm 

Her waves are small, gently touching the shore to say hello 

Sometimes she ebbs and flows like the tide, gently cleansing me inside 

But sometimes the sea in me insists on rising 

She gets too full of nostalgia and hope and longing and fear

Until she makes her way through me, tear by tear 

Blurring my eyes, I’m caught in the storm for a little while, 

But the rain soon passes, and on the other side, I can see the coast is clear 

Blinking with eyes wide open, I can feel her warmth

As the sun comes out as a balm for my soul