What do you think this poem is about?

she is sea,
droplets
in front of your eyes,
free.
she is breeze,
on your breast,
on your cheeks.
and that salty taste
in your mouth.
she’s sand
in every pore
of your beaten back.
she speaks
in your ear,
she speaks words
devoid of fear,
‘the pain’s gone,
daughter dear.
cry not, fret not,
i’m still here’.