My heart, soul, and my being is just like the ocean.
Both are deep, dark, and mysterious.
There’s this storm that I made in my darkest of times.
Its sole purpose is just to keep people away.
And to protect myself from getting hurt once again.
So why did you brave the dark sea?
How did you get past the sea monsters without faltering?
Why did my sea die down for you but not for me?
I had scars from fighting the battles of my past.
Everyone took one look at me and just turned away.
They just thought that I wasn’t worth fighting for.
They probably thought I was a nutcase.
But you guys took one look at the scars and took them in stride.
Y’all stayed by me and fought the battle that I was in for decades.
You never gave up the fight, all with pride.
Nor did you run away when it got too rough.
When my storm rages, you hold my hand to remind me that I ain’t alone anymore.
Now the sea is calm when you guys are with me.
I’m so thankful for this.
You guys always seem to make me smile.
Author's note: this is something that I had to write for English class in 10th grade.
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