Breezes

The salty breeze washes away the bitter feeling on my tongue,

And I try to trap the freedom the wind breathes in a jar.

My pain bleeds into the sand, but I can only stand and watch 

As my youth cries sour tears while watching from a far.

The grey fog covers my shoulders in questions still unasked.

One day the clear sky will slice me into bits and pieces.

The sea chews at my feet, trying to swallow me whole,

But the shallows keep me safe between sentiment and breezes.

-Jackie