White fingertips grasp your body
Walls of water soar at your face
Currents tug you under, deeper, and deeper
Helpless in this violent embrace

Drowning in sorrow these waves of emotion
Show no signs of subsiding
Relentless in strength they embody the force
Of the problems from which you've been hiding

Longing to go back to the friendly shore
Where troubles were for another day
But that day is here, the future is now
And this ocean isn't going away

Your limbs are weights, dragging you down
The temptation to give up only grows
But between the waves is a glimpse of the horizon
And you remember that highs follow lows.

She is so strong. An image of power.
Eternal strength of mind
Forming a wall of concrete

Yet I see its cracks
Fresh coats of paint attempt to cover them,
The naked eyes sees strength
I see weakness

Callous. Cold. Unforgiving
I attempt to climb to the other side and
be in the sweet garden on the inside

She denies.
She refuses.

For who can protect her sweet garden if not her?
When inside it is too easily destroyed
She has learned
She denies.

She is power.
She is weakness.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.