I feel like a pebble on the beach
being pulled and moved along in my life
by the ever turbulent sea
Not knowing where I will end up
No real respite
However I am not like the pebble
I'm not smooth and shiny
I have rough edges, I'm broken
My damaged veins run deep and dark
I might look pretty but inside I'm hurting,
thinking, worrying, questioning
My mind constantly moving like the turbulent sea
Murky
I take a deep breath as I sit here
I listen to the sound of the rolling tides
letting it immerse me
Calm me
April 2016
