Some days my ocean is calm.
It's waters are bright and
It's surface is still.
Other days, it's treacherous waters
Search endlessly for
Any sign of light,
Yearning to drag it down to It's depths,
Never to be seen again.
Over the years, I have become
A skilled sailor and
Have learned to navigate both sides
Of my waters.
But when your ocean
Spills into mine
I'm afraid we will both sink.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always been a beacon of light leading me through the dark abyss I sometimes find myself in. When the waves crash over my head, when I am being pulled to the bottomless expanses of my mind, these words wrapped around me and pulled me to th...
