An Ode to the Ocean
this is an ocean i am not prepared for
i am trying to hang on
grasping at things and people
that float by but
they grab back at me
driving me deeper into the murky waters
where i do not want to go.
this is an ocean i am not prepared for
because apparently,
i cannot swim
as well as i thought i could
and although i teach others not
to be afraid
my body trembles when the waves come
this is an ocean i am not prepared for even though
i am already standing neck deep in it
and the waves are making me dizzy
and i don't see anyone else
and i can't touch the bottom so i forget
exactly what it is i stand for
i am not prepared
but i am here
slapping at the water and taking gulping breaths of air
trying to remember what breathing feels like
for the next time the waves come.
[R]
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