The Frequency of Conch Shells

My mistake was a common one:

Believing you

When you said that you were OK

I never got to tell you

Success is too often measured by how full your life is

Instead of how often you feel alive

In those moments of perfect stillness

Where your heart can reconnect

With mountains and shorelines

And the frequency of conch shells

Telling you the truth about what really exists

If you want to know never ending beauty

You’ve got to let it begin

Find it where it’s missing

Find it in everything

I never got to show you

How an ocean of hope can come from one drop of kindness

And through unbelievable sadness

There is a shoulder of a not-quite-stranger

Who chooses not to leave

And their smile

Comes as a wave over sand that

Is moved enough to shine again

If only for a while

I look back for signs I shouldn’t have missed

But I can’t see anything before now, before this

I hope one day I’ll have more answers

But for now

I breathe and disbelieve

So I listen to hollow shells screaming

Of oceans they once loved

And were held by

And the truth is

Love was not enough

If you forget that it exists

#mentalhealthawarenessweek