On a summer’s day

Shiann Everett

Sun-kissed like a summer’s day,

the hot air blows against my skin,

sweat drops line down my nose

in a perfect formation.

The ocean sounds bring in waves,

bursts of true bliss and agony

crashing through my blood and veins

as I take it all in.

Creating a false reality,

to make sense of what I see

wanting the images in my head

to be the life I long for.

To be as warm as the sand I lay upon,

as calm as the sound of tides rushing in.

To breathe without the shake,

to feel without the pain.