Coastal Rhapsody

An ode to the fisherwoman’s quiet strength, Coastal Rhapsody captures her journey from toil to freedom. With surfboards, flip-flops, and sails woven into citrus, seafoam, and azure tones, each motif reflects a chapter of resilience, release, and sunlit self-discovery.

She woke to waves that bore her mother’s cries,
A net-worn life of salt and splintered wood.
The sea, both cradle and the blade that flies,
Had taken more than silence ever could.

She learned the tides before she learned to speak,
Her hands grew rough from hauling storms ashore.
No time for dreams, the days were blunt and bleak—
A girl who fed the coast, but begged for more.

One dusk, the sky collapsed in molten red,
She cast her line, then cast her oldest ache.
Flip-flops lay strewn, the sails hung overhead,
And music rose from fires the young would make.

That night, she danced where once she only toiled—
The ocean did not break her. It unspoiled.