Sea of Frustration

I am the Sea.

Welcoming,

Reflective of vibrant colors of the world,

A beauty - a facade.

People trodden on my sand.

Leaving impressions - leaving me.

Leaving the dwelling tempest

That lies inside of me.

Roaring, spitting, crashing

What has fermented in my soul.

Louder - more intensity,

But I will not be heard,

The storm

Is not physically seen.

It’s a product of emotion,

That - stays - inside of me.

I express my tempest -

When people - aren’t - around.

I clear my beaches -

Push down deep, my problems of the world.

But who would want to see it,

Who would want to know?

That what is welcoming and beautiful,

Could all be just a show.