Peaceful Sleep. Poem by Ritika Abrol

I stand so near, I cannot see
Differences 'tween the sea and me
I shed 'ts brine, it my tears
It happens so, I stand so near

Lashing against my ankles deep
'ts watery mane tipped with ivory
It tries to take back in it own self
As in half embrace, in it I delve

I whisper to it aglow with stars
Bare my heart, show all it's scars
And say 'ts okay to loved not be
It's overrated, peaceful sleep

I then let it have 'ts say
Before from it I break away
And it implores me to just see
Mean scars, I've begun to heal

But I cannot but feel I've not
'ts too hard to be loved not
I then let it from my palm seep
Tell myself the scars too deep

Ashore it shall not return, I know
'ts gone too far for me to go
And obtain it to hide and keep
My little bit of peaceful sleep