by Aloe Ronen, age 12
Splash Eve Aloe Ronen is a rising seventh grader. She enjoys writing poetry as well as horror and fantasy stories. In her free time, she can be found reading, drawing, or exploring nature. She also loves the ocean, especially sharks!

“Splashing / Playing / Sitting / Thinking / The ocean / My haven / I come here to breathe / To live”





The ocean

My haven

I come here to breathe

To live

It’s like I’m 

Holding my breath

All day


For the moment

I can gulp salty air

And be reborn

My connection with

The waves

Tugs at me

Pulling me 

Through the day

Until I’m back

Sitting on sandy shore

Wind tossing my hair

Water lapping my feet

Salt spraying my face

I come here to think

Something about this place

Calms me

Eerily soothes me

No one else 

Comes to my beach

They say

The waves are too tall

Like big walls 

You can’t get past

They say

The fog is too thick

Like a mask

To their vision

They say

No one will come here

Yet I do

Day after day

I come here

For what?

Who knows


To get away

From Mom

Sitting at home



Dad didn’t abandon us

All alone

With no clue

Where he is

Maybe I come

To forget

Forget about


My best friend

Now my enemy

To forget

How she left me

Just like

Everyone else

Or maybe

Maybe I just come

Out of habit

Longing for the tranquility 

It brings me

Telling myself

It would be lonely

Without me

But really

I’m the one

Who gets lonely

And needs the ocean

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