The Ocean Calls

The Ocean Calls, By Moriah Amerson

The ocean calls to me,
constantly,
ceaselessly.

I yearn for the water,
for the waves to wash over me.

I cry when I'm not wet;
The peace is only there when I'm immersed.

So soothing,
calming, reassuring.

It's dangerous, but it comforts.

The sound of the waves
is like the sweetest music.

The taste of salt and freedom
rushes through my body like oxygen.

How can people fear this?
It is a gift,
A power.

The creatures that live in it are like myself.
They belong there.
They enjoy there.

The Ocean calls to me;
I answer.