Here, the Shoreline Speaks

What was once taken is now reclaimed.

I was just a kid when the waves took me.
Not the ocean—the men.

This beach holds my blood.
My silence.
The lie that said, "This is all you're worth."

I didn’t grow up here.
I was broken here.

But now—I return not as a victim.
Not just a survivor.
But a warrior.

This shoreline doesn’t scare me anymore.
The crashing waves? I’ve been deeper.
The rip currents? I’ve learned to breathe underwater.

I’ve seen low tide.
I’ve lived there.

But I’ve also stood back up—
salt-stung, grace-soaked, and still rising.

So if you’re here—carrying shame, silence, or something no one else knows…
Come sit beside me.
The tide is low. The ground is safe.

You don’t have to fight anymore.

This is where restoration begins.

Not through perfection,
but through presence.

Not by proving yourself,
but by letting grace find you
exactly as you are.

This... is Salt and Redemption.