The ocean is calm inside of me today
My emotions are cool, collected,
Bluish greenish grey

But the sea is a fickle friend.
Lashing, thrashing, beating
Against the moorings of my boat
As darkness falls

The anchors that I set don’t always hold;
I am adrift upon my inner sea,
As others blow the wind into my sails
That never guide me where I need to go

I lost my only oar so long ago
The wood beneath my my palms is phantom faint;
My arms are weak from lack of self control
And I am lost

The water boils up against my boat
Threatening to draw me down into the dark
From whence I’d not return

But the sea is a fickle friend.
She soothes her storms as swift as they begin
And offers me apology
In sunbeams from the clouds
Instead of rain