She emerges from the sea
But not from the foam
It spits her beauty up
Lowering her to what she is
Scratched, scraped, broken
Marred with rough silence
Salt antagonizing her wounds
She no longer recognizes the undulation
That used to be her friend
Cowering, engulfed, angry
The wind mocks her vanity
An obscurity she has always known
to know where she belongs
she will pay for her ignorance
her discoveries might allow her to let go
until then,
she is a pariah
Perched on carefully placed rocks
Desperate for a glimpse of understanding
Waiting for permission to return
