Here’s a poem I wrote months ago but did not post at the time.
The ocean converses with my soul,
Its waves constantly break at the shore,
With such delicacy that it calms my very core.
The composure of the waves
Against the conflict coming from within
Poses a pronounced contrast.
I tremble and agonize with self-doubt,
“Will I ever be as healthy as the others?
What about all that I’ve been blessed with?”
The ocean’s waves continue to break.
I envision the future in black or white,
And I am convinced that it is not right,
So I attempt to dismiss my concerns outright.
The ocean’s waves nod in agreement.
Exasperating anxiety and dark depression
Subsist on my debilitating thoughts,
Leaving me depleted of ambition and drive.
The color of the ocean fills my soul with hope.
The waves gently pat my feet in succession,
Grains of sand lightly tickle my toes,
And my unfavorable thoughts leave in regression.
Just beginning to apprehend my potential,
Yet I am certain I possess power that is
As challenging to fathom as the depth of the ocean.
The continuous battle within myself
Threatens my existence as it always has,
But I refuse to permit it to be my last.
The waves quicken in support of the notion.
The ocean chants in tranquilizing harmony,
I become utterly mesmerized by the melody,
Blessed by its presence and virtuous company.
Special thanks to KaylaAnn for providing constructive feedback!
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