RELEASE
RELEASE
I feel the breeze comb through my hair.
The water cleanses my despair.
The sand squishes between my toes,
As I watch which way the ocean flows.
The birds drop low to the water’s edge.
A child waves from a windows' ledge.
An early morning thunderstorm.
A group of girls from their college dorm.
The world is waking, soft and slow,
With secrets only morning knows.
And in this hush, I find my place.
A breath, a rhythm, a quiet grace.
I pause beneath the open sky.
And feel the ache that used to cry,
Begin to fade with ocean air…
I breathe in hope. Release despair.
Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 7.19.2025
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This evocative poem captures a serene beach morning, blending vivid imagery with emotional renewal. Nature’s elements, breeze, water, and sand, mirror the speaker’s release of despair, culminating in hope. The rhythm and flow create a peaceful, reflective tone.