Poetry: Liberated

I was washed ashore

When the rage subsided.

Your storm had stranded

Me on a lonely island.

 

The pain left me ripped up

My soul dried to bone.

I cried your name over

Hoping for your return.

 

There I waited to die

For an eternity,

Accepting defeat.

 

Until I heard the gulls cry

A song replete.

 

I looked at the colours

Play in the horizon.

As if in a ballet,

The world went on to spin.

 

Then I quit pining for you,

And rescued myself

To a better life

Without you…