At some point everyone on the face of this earth is bound to go on a journey of self-worth, growth, and truly heal themselves whether it be alone or with someone they've known for some time, and that's what this poem is about. For some time now I've been wanting to write a poem about this sort of subject and now it was the time.

Wading out here feels like we're on top,

looking down on earth

while we rest just a little

we are able to find our own worth

without the rest of the world seeing our growth.

Nothing but the ocean for miles,

no other soul can find us,

and that's just how we like it.

As the summer sun continues to simmer

we wade back and forth,

as we go with the current to our new home.

There's something magical about this place,

it's like heaven on earth,

and we're under some sort of spell

that's pulling us away from the shoreline even more.

Out here we've lost count of the day,

cause all we care about is where we are going,

not where we've been,

and that's how it should be.

As the sun sets and moon rises

we continue to wade with the slow waves

as the stars shimmer around us,

just then a chill in the air takes form,

it doesn't faze us,

because the water pulls us under,

wrapping us in a ball of warmth

as we keep on going to the place we are meant to call home.

Even though it is taking us time,

we are going at our own pace,

soaking in the moonlight as we keep floating with the current,

as we continue to be enveloped by ocean's embrace.

No longer afraid of what's ahead,

instead excited of what's awaiting us on the other shore,

but there's no need for rush,

we need to enjoy these waves

as they continue taking us to our new home,

while we keep on growing,

finding our poor lost soul

and reclaim our worth.