Pain Flow's Uphill

Pain flows uphill, slow as shadowed streams, Each step a burden, each breath a sigh, Yet in the stillness where salt winds gleam, The waves, like whispers, catch and reply. The Oceanside hums with an ancient tune, A lullaby sung to the restless heart, Healing unfolds beneath the pale moon, In the sea's soft touch, all grief departs. Health rises gently, a sun reborn, In the swell of tides, in the break of foam, From brokenness, the spirit is torn, But here in the sea, it finds its home. Softness lingers, a tender embrace, The ocean's hands hold without demand, The ebb and flow, a sacred grace, As pain retreats from the shore of sand. And though uphill the river may climb, Here by the waves, there's peace in time.