I sit upon a sandy beach with nothing left to hide
I've done a lot of shitty things
They're wallowed up inside
I'd like to let my feelings out and spit out all the pain
A bomb is ticking in my chest
There's nothing left to gain
I'll write my sorrows and my fears
If you'd be kind to lend an ear
I can spill my salty tears
The pain resides as I speak
Writing is a unique technique
Washing up like a wave
Eagerness of being saved
I view teal waters and blue skies
The size and beauty amazes my eyes
This spot is special
A spiritual sense
An area to relax when people feel tense
By: Brittany Benko
I wrote this poem after reading, The Kindred Letters. I imagine this place to be a safe spot for people looking to let out their feelings without judgement. I am eager to visit the mailbox myself and add some positivity to the local area.
