
Lately, I’ve been so consumed with life and schedules and school and work- sometimes I just want to rip my hair out or move to a deserted island. I know tough times come and go, so picturing the “go” is getting me through the now. So, to distract myself from my piles of homework and stress, I decided to procrastinate a little more and write it out. I wrote this poem just this morning so it’s still kind of a raw piece but still I wanted to share. I really want to share more of my writing side so here goes nothing!
XOXO,
I promise I’ll stop whining about math in a couple months.
Me & The Sea
I couldn’t grasp the crashing waves,
I could barely even feel the sand.
The rocks, covered in algae mocked my tussled hair.
Without the clarity of the foaming sea, what time can do is beyond me.
With every crash of every wave, I am forced to reflect.
The stormy clouds predicted my future and covered the sky like a stone cold blanket.
I guess it didn’t have to be so cut and dry.
Every wave was different.
Different points of crashing, different violence.
There were several aspects to the complicated sea-
what about for me?
There were so many answers floating at the bottom of the big blue.
I needed the same depth, the same capacity for truth.
1,000 tears couldn’t make an ocean.
1,000 waves couldn’t collect my fears.
Yet, 1,000 ways of seeing the ocean could never be enough.
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Poignant and beautiful
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