The sun shines over paradise,
the sky blue as a child's drawing,
the sand warm and white
beneath my calloused feet.
I sink into the numbing water,
remembering that buried longing
from the days I dared to desire
anything or anyone at all,
the days before I knew I was synonymous
with ugly, weird, an outcast
who doesn't deserve even to look upon
the treasures they want.
Beaches are lovely in theory,
but at the end of the day
I am sunburnt and sand-covered
and I know the whole world
was silently laughing
at my un-swimsuit-worthy body.
More than gold or even love,
what I desire most is to return
to the days when a beach was a beach
and swimming was swimming
and nothing more.
A/N: Revised from NaPo 2017-https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=406&t=106821&start=15#p1357795