I so miss the sea.
During my youth in Saint John, New Brunswick, I would spend hours, sometimes days, sitting at Courtney Bay or Tin Can Beach.
Especially if there was a raging storm. For no matter how severe the storms may have been they were much calmer than the storms in my mind.
Often I would be under the influence of LSD. The ‘acid‘ enhanced the spiritual grasp of the oceans mighty clutch.
Perhaps it was because I was shuttled from foster home or institutions over thirty times during my first ten years of life.
I never felt like I belonged to anyone. Especially not with my real family.
I never uttered the words “Mom” or “Dad” until I was an adult. They were never there for me during my adolescence. My formative years. The most important years of a child’s life.
I spent a couple of years residing with my father, my stepmother, stepsister and stepbrother.
However, I could not assimilate into their nuclear family.
I felt distant from them. Much like a watcher in the woods.
Their lives played out in the distance as I watched from the dark confines of the shadows of my mind.
My birth mother’s role in my life was short but very sweet.
I first met her for a half hour when I was twelve. I had hitchhiked from Saint John to Toronto and found her in Regent Park. Unfortunately the Catholic Children’s Aid were waiting for me and immediately put me on a plane back to Saint John.
I met her once again upon my release from Federal prison at the age of 22.
We developed a loving relationship.
Then, eighteen months after having her in my life, she was brutally murdered, butchered with a boning knife, by an ex-boyfriend.
(But, that is a story that I have already spoke of in previous writings. So, back to the topic of me and the sea.)
Sadly I found solace in the drugs of the day.
Specifically LSD and Heroin. I knew how to shoot up Heroin before I even had my first penile erection.
I would chase the dragon as I hid from life amongst the shore’s rocks. Just the three of us, the sea, the drugs and my mind. It was the only place I felt alive.
Taking a page from Simon and Garfunkel’s song I would sing to the sea, “Hello Darkness my old friend. I’ve come to talk to you again.“
Often I would cry. Not knowing the reasons why.
I still cry at times.
The ocean is a mighty whore. If you cross her she will put you in your place.
She demands respect.
I have the utmost respect for her. I always shall for I owe her. She brought me comfort in the storms of life. Her coldness warmed my soul.
As I sit amongst the concrete jungle here in Toronto I miss her still.
I always will.
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