Here’s the back story behind this not poem, but coming of age written piece. I was sitting in the car and my mind was cluttered. I wrote it to unleash steam but to also make my audience aware of my method of ease. I would of uploaded it last night but I went to my first concert. That’s a story for next week, till then - enjoy!
I took a deep breath and I walked. I walked to where the water had kissed the sand, each step took me closer to where I wanted to be. I remember a younger me, was always fascinated with water. I loved it, I still do, surrounding me and holding me. My little fingers would shrivel up to prunes while I bathe, for hours and hours. My favorite poems were constructed in the shower, my favorite ideas sparked there as well. My mental becomes one with that part of nature. The ocean blue is best friend. Surrounded by water is a passion too deep for words. The constant motion, inspires me. A once stagnant me watched water and became it. I remember on a walk from school, I was puzzled at river, as it grazed over the rocks, I asked, “why isn’t it frozen?, why is it still moving?” - “I was told as I felt the temperature drop below fifteen degrees, as I watched the the snow kiss the river, - “Chloe, moving water does not freeze.”
Till this day, every winter I go near moving water. Just to see if it’s true or not, sure enough I never get disappointed. Water is raw and untarnished, beautiful by nature. You take what it gives you, you ask no questions. So translucent but so powerful. The aide to many things both small and large. I admire it, it has become the sole component of who I want and aspire to be. Calm, yet fearless.
I take another breath and hear the words beneath the waves. I submerge myself and think about who I am and what I am. Whom I have been and whom I want to be. Self reflection as I stare at my reflection. “Who are you?, This is not what I envisioned, you’re making me livid. You’re bringing out the side that you’ve been trying to hide because the nice you has been pushed over too many times.” I cry because it’s true, no one tells the truth better than yourself to you. Emotions enrage me, I take a step back, compose myself. I am not who they have labeled me. I cry now but am aware that water has saved me. No matter how much you cry, body of water shows no tears. They blend. The only fear I have, is not visiting every type the world has to offer. My anxiety lessens, it weakens. Here I am the flower, ready to bloom. Effortlessly, I gain what I’ve been asking for. I gain, myself back.
Without Wax- Chloe Ridore