Poetry: It is Just Me

The training taught us that by intentionally bringing these senses to the forefront in a safe, neutral space, we can help our brains begin to heal. This concept immediately reminded me of being in the water. For me, it's a place where I can't do anything else but simply exist. Being Deaf, I am not distracted by what I cannot hear, but all my other senses are on high alert, taking everything in.

Despite not seeing myself as a poet, the experience flowed out of me in a way I could only describe as a poem. I later turned it into a mini-movie, but the words themselves told the story.

This got me thinking... Can you describe the sensory information of a place where you feel safe?

Poem also available to watch via Video (Youtube)


It is just me. Me and the vast ocean.

Nothing, and everything. Holding me. I feel weightless.

The gentle, constant stroke of the water Soothing my soul

I rock side to side. Raising my arms overhead.

Catching the water and seeing the bubbles Deftly escaping my fingers

Power and strength as the water and I meet in embrace

I push, and roll All I see is dark blue. And me.

The long arm and hand stretched out Each stroke a move towards the unknown vast of ocean

I breathe

The land a steady rock  The colours of beach huts dance across my eyes

The blue sky winks and reminds me: Right now, all my worries, there is nothing I can do. 

But swim. All is well with the world.

It is just me.  Me, and the vast ocean. 

(Copyright Verity Green)