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Definitely Different


Storms hit,

Yet peace is later restored

This life, that is an ocean

Makes me into the exotic creature that

I now am

 

It claimed my heart

since my childhood

It’s power and serenity,

enticed me

Yet as I grew up

I noticed how it could bring so much

destruction.

Instantly.

 

High tides,

I would rather avoid them.

It draws images of past memories

That should‘ve been burned out of my thoughts

My darkness seemed everlasting,

Overwhelming.

I was drowning in my conscience.

Hope soon failed at my final hour

The flame withered away.

I was weak,

An utter failure.

I was no longer strong,

Powerful like my second home

 

Thank goodness my low tide soon came.

The waves resemble a beat to me

The patterns, a harmony among them

The ocean has it’s own song, just as I do

I perform my heart out for

One evening

One drop of sweat at a time,

Not for my glory.

I’m meant to feel this.

The adrenaline,

Comradery,

That same peace I experience in the ocean.

I find my destiny within this domain

 

I am meant for greatness

that will be accomplished with my weaknesses

 
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