I feel like I’m floating in the middle of the deep ocean
blue, I keep things right for myself.
At any minute, things are thunderous. I can relate, It’s one of those things the ocean can’t help.
I see the storm head and the waters gilt and jolt me with it. I panic the same when I discover someone new.
The stormy weather leads me to the underwater graves of ships that never made it to land. Lasting spirits of the widows perched on hollow wood that gives false hope that understanding.
I am my vessel returned where the weather is going to take command.
My feelings about myself —it’s like an ocean; idolized as calm, but widely known to be disastrous.