Thundering showers
Humid warmth
Waves crashing
Moss and mould in abundance
Some waves broken by rocks
Some splashing the shore
Some too tall and strong
Pulverising far and wide
The sea may have mood swings
Just like me and you
Calm waters, whirlpools
Tsunamis and typhoons
But beyond peril of water
And of it's ecosystem
Is the torture of it's absence
There's the deserts
Parched and cracked
Scorching hot
No water on Land
No humidity in the air
Like dry cake or bread
Maybe crumbly or too tough
Impossible to bite
Forget to swallow
Like a dry sponge
Ready to soak up any water
From air or anywhere around
Or like someone
I was once a desert
Feeling dry as bone
Looking for a mere drop of hope
I used to isolate
But that meant geographically
Being disconnected
Even from rainforests
And all forms of water
Giving illusions of my own water
All just a mirage
The blood boiling heat
With no sign of an oasis
I found things that could distract
Movement
Fitting into a team
But not everything is unrestrained
Then I broke that streak
Put on headphones
Turned the volume up
Tuned the world out
Gears turned again
Like each trial and error
But this time all clicked in place
I found myself
It wasn't just another
Not an oasis or a shower
I found the sea
An ocean "If we are together
Even a desert can
Become an ocean" ~Zeta
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PoetryThese were all on my Instagram... (plus some new ones) Then I began feeling something about it... I'm a quiet kid... always... but how did I put it all out... I didn't want the attention... I liked when I was of some help to anyone out there... some...
