I am a deep sea,
A vast ocean of many things.
But who can say they've truly
Conquered the Atlantic?
I certainly have many aspects
That I have yet
To control and understand.
And I feel at the bottom there rests
A chest of a somewhat forgotten past,
That slips open sometimes
And sets free traumatic
Memories that remain for me
Unreleasable. In the torrent of
Emotions from that time long ago
I become so turbulent,
Caught in the tides of emotion
If but for a moment.
Of that chest, is there any way to let go?
I don't know. I don't know.