By Annie Dashiell, TIWP Student

The place that i go
when everything seems down
is back to the ocean
even when the leaves turn brown
the lapping of the waves
is the only thing on my mind
no time to think
no time to look behind
you can’t think about the future
or about the past
your mind’s a peaceful numb
as the waves push and pull you back
back to the ocean
where i belong
my mind goes blank
like a peaceful song