Time
such a fleeting thing,
slipping through fingers,
gone in a moment.
Or it tickles, slowly,
minutes dragging like hours,
a never-ending wait.

Time
how I wish for it to fly,
or still,
depending on the mood,
the moment,
it’s ever changing,
never the same.

Time
always stubborn.
Today, I willed it to fly,
but instead, it stilled—
made me aware of my rush within.
Because time is wise,
and always its own.

I am the ocean,
My heart is a sea,
Wild yet free,
My feelings ebb and flow,
Rising high, sinking low,
Waves crash, then churn,
For sanity I yearn.

I am the ocean,
Forever in motion,
Drifting back and forth,
Unsteady emotion.
A sadness crawls deep down,
It's in that darkness, I drown,

My waves are always moving,
With danger looming,
I am never the same shade,
If only the dark would fade.

But all of this is me—
The chaos, the burn,
The dance, the fall,
I am it all.

A roaring sea,
Clashing waves,
Dark clouds gather,
Golden sunsets blaze.

I am human,
And it's okay to not always be okay.