Ocean

 I crave to sit by its sands

And let the warmth soften

A bit of the hardened me inside

A piece, long forgotten

And watch it drip and flow

Like rivers, small and big

And meet the waters at words

That I write with a broken twig

Then I await my deliverance

When all the unintended emotion

The words, the footprints, the marks

Are  drawn into the Ocean