The pounding of the sea crashes and beats in time with my heart.

The calling and yearning pulls me toward the sea,

While the danger and fear push me away.

Both forces direct my path

I’ve tried to escape but my heritage prevails.

The salt water courses though my veins.

The water from the British,

The salt from Israelites.

My fear is not understood,

But my attraction is encouraged.

My family served the sea.

Many had tried to master it,

And none had succeeded.

This feeds my fear and

Pushes me away.

But blood runs thicker then water,

And I return.

My fear causes me to run, and run, and run,

But everywhere, there is the sea.

I must face my fear.

I must not turn back.

I will listen to the pounding and crashing,

I will breath the salty air.

I must not falter.

The pounding is deafening,

And I am compelled.

This is different,

I am listening.

The fear is gone and I am ready.

I move a step closer,

And my fear returns.

But my path is set as I move closer.

The sea is so close,

So close,

But my confidence falters and I stop.

I turn to run,

But my family calls.

I move closer and join my family.

My fear is conquered.

I have waded into the currents of the Sea.

She won’t let me go,

And I realize that to survive I must submit,

Not conquer her,

I relax and,

The pounding of the sea crashes and beats in time with my heart, now and forever.

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