Every fear I have can be thrown in the ocean.
Pulled against their will
stretching and strangling from my brain
out through my ear.
all sticky and melted.
Squeezed out ’til dry and wilted.
Crumbling little by little
so they can never fully reform
and tossed with the wind
for the tide to unlearn.
Heh… I came over to look at your OWPC, and wandered into this, which I hadn’t looked at yet.
Remarkably, I just posted an entry sharing this theme of giving your worries up to the ocean. : )
I love your take on it. They way you rend fear by the actions of the ocean, until it becomes powerless. So visceral. So lovely.