ocean of love
“self harm is often used as a form of control”
the first time i heard that it all seemed to click. all of the days in school hearing the taunts of other children and the mistakes that never seem to end. all of the nights that i felt the world spinning and the thoughts became too loud.
it was a trap disguised as a release. dragged you down deeper into the ocean while convincing you you were going to finally reach the shore.
but the ocean is only so deep. there are a finite number of miles downward that you can be dragged before you inevitably reach the bottom. and oxygen will only stay down low for so long before the pressure lifts you right back up. bumps along the way are inevitable, you were miles into darkness after all. eventually, though, you will reach the shore. and this time it won’t be a rouse or a façade.
the strength always returns. the shore will always be there for you to walk along, to feel the slight sinking of your toes in the sand like the comfort of a soft pillow. the sun always comes out again, the whisper of the wind in your ear like a long lost friend.
there is always an ocean of love around you, whether or not you’re able to see it.
Copyright © Chloe Munguia | Year Posted 2026
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