We go to the beach and stare into the ocean. We notice the waves and think of such tranquility . Why is it that we see such violence and think of it’s beauty? That’s the way I used to think of you..
Every time the waves would hit I’d close my eyes and think of you.
I’d think of your rough tide and the roar of your waters
and how still, I wanted to sit somewhere close and look into you.
I’d think of how I had jumped into you without knowing how deep and dark your ocean was
yet still, I trusted you.
How even when your biggest wave hit and you knocked me across the ocean floor,
I still stood up and went in again and again for more.
But within the strength of your high tide I found mine
and before I knew it I was able to find my own waters
and drift away from yours.