I feel as though I am an ocean.
So many things lurk inside me.
Thoughts flow like waves,
Floating around in my waters.
There are no words capable
Of completely portraying my depth;
So many vast parts of me
Still remain hidden, undiscovered.
Some days, I am calm,
And my waters flow free and gentle.
The sun shines above me
As I softly reach out,
Gently caressing the quiet shore.
Then, I am satisfied with my lot.
I wave at the land and nod to the sky,
Utterly amicable and content.
Some days, I am a storm.
I am violent and untamed.
I want much more than I have,
And I crash upon the shore,
Ravaging every spot of dry land,
Consuming, wanting to make it mine,
Wishing desperately to hold it,
To love it, to bring it closer to me.
I do not see the lives I destroy
Until it is much too late,
And then I wallow in my misery,
Letting myself sink into my darkness.
I close my eyes and dream
Of those long-lived days in the sun,
And I wish to be someone better.
I approach the decimated shore
In naught but humble remorse,
Begging, pleading for forgiveness
As it dries and recovers,
Becoming once again what it was.
Somehow, every time it forgives,
For it knows me too well;
It knows that you are my moon,
And you have always controlled my tides.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 4:45 PM UTC
I feel as though I am an ocean.
So many things lurk inside me.
Thoughts flow like waves,
Floating around in my waters.
There are no words capable
Of completely portraying my depth;
So many vast parts of me
Still remain hidden, undiscovered.
Some days, I am calm,
And my waters flow free and gentle.
The sun shines above me
As I softly reach out,
Gently caressing the quiet shore.
Then, I am satisfied with my lot.
I wave at the land and nod to the sky,
Utterly amicable and content.
Some days, I am a storm.
I am violent and untamed.
I want much more than I have,
And I crash upon the shore,
Ravaging every spot of dry land,
Consuming, wanting to make it mine,
Wishing desperately to hold it,
To love it, to bring it closer to me.
I do not see the lives I destroy
Until it is much too late,
And then I wallow in my misery,
Letting myself sink into my darkness.
I close my eyes and dream
Of those long-lived days in the sun,
And I wish to be someone better.
I approach the decimated shore
In naught but humble remorse,
Begging, pleading for forgiveness
As it dries and recovers,
Becoming once again what it was.
Somehow, every time it forgives,
For it knows me too well;
It knows that you are my moon,
And you have always controlled my tides.