My Fellow Ocean

July 12, 2013

The tears run down my cheeks, and

My body and mind are weak to defeat

The cracks and holes in my heart

My fellow ocean left in me.

At a high mountain peak,

I stand,

Hope blooms within me,

Searching for the muse my tears are for.

For strength I seek,

When I cannot reach my muse.

Yet,

My eyes do not lie

When the distance between us strikes my heart.

I despise the ocean-

The heart breaker.

For its vastness

It is my heart-breaker!

The days which darkness embraces my mind and soul.

The nights where darkness is the shoulder I lean on

While the tears stream down my face.

I'm always on a quest for strength

Although I know

My only consolation lies on the other side of the ocean.

With every tear however,

Pride springs upon my muse's soul

A smile is brought upon the delicate face

My heart knows to the last feature.

The strength of each tear

Becomes the strength to lift my head,

Learn how to play the game of life

And defeat the vastness

Of my fellow ocean.

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