Being an adolescent is a roaring, ever-changing ocean
and the new experiences are brave, plummeting waves.
However at times, I feel as little as a sail boat-
being drowned by an avalanche of furious waves.
It is as if I am desperately gasping for air,
but instead inviting the ocean into my lungs, needing to be saved.
Little do I know, that only I can save me from myself-
for the vengeful waves that drown me are my own thoughts enslaved;
screaming to be heard.
I fear to let them be spoken, for I fear rejection.
But if I do not express my feelings- that is rejection in itself.
I will no longer resist my thoughts, because they roar inside me,
and they can not be stopped, no more will they have a place on a disgraced shelf.
I will cross oceans.