Between Coffee & Affection

five ღ the ocean

the ocean.
so peaceful, yet so rough.
so soothing, yet so loud.
the ocean could be calm,
and on those calm days, the ocean would
softly wave,
back and forth,
back and forth,
with a welcoming rhythm.

but the ocean could be vicious,
and on those vicious days, the ocean would
be harsh and the waves would no longer go
back and forth,
but rather so high and so far that
right at their peak they would come
crashing down.
sometimes when they crashed it would feel like drowning;
the weight would be too hard to take and
you might feel yourself gasping for air.

but the fact that you'd be gasping for air,
would mean you had survived.
you might find yourself a little more prepared for the next wave to hit.
before you know it, you've mastered it,
and you can handle each harsh push the ocean gives you.

it would be then where the
realization would hit: life is an ocean.
some days are calm,
others are rough.
but each wave is a day,
and eventually,
you'll learn to breathe.

don't give up.