Holy water

Photo by Pawel Nolbert on Unsplash

rebirth meant the regeneration of my cells
one by one and contradictory too their shedding
layers of my skin were peeled
descaled and left for shells of long-gone invertebrates by the shore
that was my freedom from the past
from everything that’s no more
then like a naked newborn
the sweet water of the sea bathed me
from within
with its pulling
in out
up down
until its breathing made my lungs its home
now far from the placid mirror
I no longer miss the sea
how could I miss what’s already a part of me?