Watermark

You were carved out of the sea,

watermarked by our ancestry.

In a tug of war

between the tide and me,

what felt like loss was a victory,

as you were swept ashore

like bottles holding prayers.

Where you were carved out of the earth,

safe and sound in your second birth,

gravity has tied your anchor to the shore,

as a lighthouse tames the endless ocean roar.

Against the calming light,

our silhouettes are changing shape.

The stories you’ve been told

have made you brave.

Such inheritance

was formed within the sand,

like the shells you gather

in the safety of your hands.

Dive in, with your eyes closed,

for the life you were born to claim.

The water will be paralyzed

by the courage you contain.

The flutter of your earnest heart,

it will fill the silent seas

and all will be restored in your melody.