She grew up in church but didn’t care for hypocrisy

She grew and grew 

Some would say she chose apostasy 

She grappled with what she believed 

After 18 years, needed a reprieve

So off to the beach it was 

And a tattoo just because

Some new music – the radio!

Some running and yoga, to try to find a flow 

And boys! 

They don’t all wear armor 

She was groomed to be a charmer 

Obsequious 

Even if it killed her 

She figured her life could be a thriller

It pained her to learn that even the ocean is tainted

Just like her food 

And romance

Everyone’s faces are painted

She went out to Hatteras as the storm was coming near 

The line of cars leaving stretched out to the pier 

Everything she saw was the opposite 

Her first 18 years were something to forget 

She wasn’t sure if hurricanes even did exist 

She hated all the war and suffering 

The corporate drudgery 

Was she just a pacifist?

That secluded beach just was 

All her years, it had never judged 

So she put on her black star sunglasses 

Drove past the masses 

The dunes nearly covered the street 

She tore off her sandals and just ran in her bare feet 

As the wind swirled 

Her dress twirled 

The wild horses ran for the hills

She saw the church steeple crash down in the wind 

She paused just to pull scissors from her pocket 

Chopped off all her hair 

It flew in the wind like a rocket

And she tore off her dress (there was a bikini underneath)

As the rain dumped down 

She said, “Lord, this is so romantic!”

She breathed a sigh of relief in that deserted town

And she dove wholeheartedly into the Atlantic