It's easy

Location

Theres an artist behind this Idiot

Theres an Ocean beneath this pool and it's full of sharks

I present a calm surface because no one can fathom the depth

and once they stick a toe in and realize there is no bottom

expecting a dip in the pool 

wanting to splash around and play

and ending up neck deep and treading water

they swim over to the edge,

withdraw

and I end up apologizing.

Sometimes, when it's storming

I'm  a whirlpool 

I'll suck in whomever's bobbing in my shallows

and

pull

them 

down.

They didn't know they were dealing with this volitile,

passionate

angry 

ocean storm

when they first stepped off the diving board.

 

Its hard to be truly honest.

It's easy to put my mind desert through a strainer and let the sand fall through the holes.

keep my stones, sadness, life force, 

my poetry to myself.

It's easy to just blurt out whatever vapid thought flies past my mind

to let go of some of the sand.

But to cram a stone through the hole of a stariner

would be to release some of the real me.

I can't be expressed in the words of this language

I can't be shown through the fraction of lightwaves, 

the limited color we're able to see.

 

So when you swim for the bottom of my pool and come up for air before you get anywhere near,

It's not the strength of your lungs

When you grab onto me and come away with a fistfull of sand,

It's not the strength of your hand.

And when you pry at me and ask me why I don't tell you about me

It's not the strength of my trust.

 

I cannot show my self

for if I try

and fail

I'll look like some mangled, demented

half beast without an appreciation for the limits man has drawn for himself.

And if I try 

and succeed

I would terrify you 

and myself

For I know no limit except for my physical form 

and I aknowledge no measure save time.

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