I used to think that I needed to be loved by another in order to feel love
And so I ventured out into different seas,
trying to find the perfect body of water
that would swallow me whole and make me feel alive
But every single time,
I was drowning in their coldness
Their promises of sunsets and wonder
One by one, turning into darkness
I swam back up every time,
fighting for my life,
fighting to stay afloat,
but still wanting to be in their embrace
Until it hit me
I didn't need to rush getting into the water
No, not until I was ready
And so I stayed dry for years
Trying to construct the perfect raft
and the proper equipment for me to use
But when I came back to the shore,
I was afraid of going in
I no longer want to swim
I don't have any more courage to be embraced by the ocean
Because what if my equipment fails me?
What if I'm still not ready?
And so I stayed on the beach, with my feet being caressed by the waves
But my heart not wanting to dive in anymore
Because maybe, just maybe... I belong here in the sands for now
And it's been so long since I actually loved the idea of being here,
Happy with only myself, until the ocean calls out to me itself
In God's perfect time... in God's own will and not mine
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Falling Into Place
RandomA collection of poems and shorts I made as everything around me started to fall apart... into place.