The seals sing my soul home.
Down in the harbour they mourn and keen
As if their hearts have been broken as fatally as mine.
What do I do with the aching gap where I should be?
When I think of all the years of living still to do
I can hardly stand the weight of it.
This burden is grown into me, a part of me I cannot accept.
Shame and rage storm together
Lodged between my skin and my soul
Separating me from myself.
But down in the harbour the seals sing my soul home.
They call me to swim for my life
To submerge and emerge
To wash away what sits between my skin and my soul.
With no gaps I connect
With connection I feel
With feeling I cry and the salt from within
Sings my soul home.