Some days my ocean is calm.
It’s waters are bright and
It’s surface is calm.
Other days, it’s treacherous waters
Search endlessly for
Any sign of light,
Yearning to drag it down to It’s depths,
Never to be seen again.
Over the years, I have become
A skilled sailor and
Have learned to navigate both sides
Of my waters.
But when your ocean
Spills into mine
I’m afraid we will both sink.
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
Some days my ocean is calm.
It’s waters are bright and
It’s surface is calm.
Other days, it’s treacherous waters
Search endlessly for
Any sign of light,
Yearning to drag it down to It’s depths,
Never to be seen again.
Over the years, I have become
A skilled sailor and
Have learned to navigate both sides
Of my waters.
But when your ocean
Spills into mine
I’m afraid we will both sink.
