Cleansing

Angelina Leonardi, Junior, Entrepreneurship & Innovation Major, from San Diego, CA

 

I stood in the ocean that summer night

And the brooding moon loomed, as though dying,

Swaying the tide into sorrowful sighing

Only the dull gleam of the stars brought light

 

The ocean breeze as a whip on my skin

And the salt of the sea upon my tongue

Listening to the calm crashes as they sung

A symphony for who I had been

 

My feet walked faster than my mind could think

Into the embrace of this frigid wave

All of me to the water I gave,

The fear and pain and words I let sink

 

Only the dull light of the sky

And watchful eyes of a dying moon

Would hear the sorrowful sinner’s tune

And cry