I could have been beautiful
I was beautiful
My red color was to be relished
I was full of life, they depended on me for life
I had purpose
The world around me was that of dreams
I thought I was safe from the dangers of the water
I was naive
They came for the most alive parts within me
Now, my red color is drained
With one swift kick of a fin
I break in pieces
The current takes me away
My pieces are driven further apart
To never be rebuilt
The ones who lived within me are gone, open wounds with no protection
I am pushed ashore
Into an environment I am not made for
I shrivel and pale
The color will not return
I lay on the sand, in the moonlight
Acceptance
I find peace under the light
My broken pieces ache
But as the time passes
the pains become apart of me
A hand lifts me gently and smiles
Maybe there’s more to life than I once believed.
