Writing by Haylee Penfold // photograph by Anastasia Taioglou
the sound of waves used to make me feel like home
and you made me hate the beach
the noise that once comforted me
Had suddenly become the soundtrack of my worst nightmare.
He took me to see the ocean yesterday and
For the first time
I didn’t think about you
or the way you held me down.
I remember lying in the sand
you made me feel like
Every grain was slowly breaking me
Turning me into shattered glass
Today he kisses me on the shore
And the water cleansed me
Of any trace of you.
Because you may have turned me
Into shattered glass,
But I turned those into something else,
Now I am a mosaic,
A piece of art to be admired,
Not just to look at but to listen to.
Because although I am made of fragments
I am not broken,
I never was.