The mind is as an ocean,
In this moment calm, flat, and full.
Under the surface live all manners of creature,
currents bringing south to meet north.
one moment all is calm,
introverted, would be a word to describe it.
The next a disturbance,
Like a large surface wind,
has me whipped and beaten,
Trying desperately to get away.
My surface turns,
Waves crash in among themselves,
and yet nothing underneath changes.
Even through the trial and the rage of the surface,
my depths are unscathed.
Life goes on living, I settle down,
My swirls grow and shrink,
but the currents stay constant,
Like the flow of blood through your veins.
YOU ARE READING
A Glance Into My Mind
PoesiaPoetry i have written at the proverbial best of times, and worst of times. This should give all who care a small but enticing look into the mind of one depressed and wistful sophmore.
