1
I celebrate myself ,and sing myself
And I long for courage to follow dreams,
For every dream is a secret wish and hope.
I leap and jump after silly little impossible fantasies,
I hope to one day reach them and become something more.
My soul, every speck of hope, created from this moment, this second,
Formed a dream unique to me that I will forever believe in, and it is special,
I now sixteen years old determined and dreaming,
Hoping to cease not till death.
2
The ocean is deep and strong,
No one can see or fathom its dark depths,
What is beneath the surface is unknown.
It can be violently angry or eerily calm.
When it is violently angry it's not scary, it's predictable.
Eerily calm is the most frightening, never quiet knowing when it will snap
Or pull you down into the dark depths.
Most of it is undiscovered, and will always remain thus,
Some things are never meant to be unearthed.
No one seems to look beyond the seemingly placid surface,
No one seems to care enough to discover the anguish
That lies beneath.
The ocean grows murkier and more soiled each an every day,
There is no remedy or cleaning solution to make it right.
The waves clash upon the shore in an uncontainable rage,
Creating a deafening sound
A cry for help.
The ocean sings my continuous song, for
I am the ocean.
3
The trees talk to each other in their own language.
The birds talk to each other in their own language.
The insects talk to each other in their own language.
The animals talk to each other in their own language.
The people talk to each other in their own language.
I stay silent for no one knows my language.
To stay silent is to be lonely and to be lonely is to be alone.
I am alone.
Every thing is a buzz of noise and commotion around me.
It all becomes so overwhelming,
The sounds intimidate me and remind me that I'm forever alone.
