A poem about seaside therapy.

Boats drifting on silvery-blue sea
Seagulls gliding above gracefully
Peace washed all over me
I knew, here I was meant to be

Drinking in the sea-salt air
Wind in my hair without a care
The troubles in my soul
I could finally lay bare

Betrayal wrapped in loving guise
Unspoken words in their eyes
The Universe whispered
It’s your turn my dear, to be wise

Finding kinship in the seascape and sky
Together, there’s no need for me to lie
Walking on the path of light
One step after another until I fly