The Waters and I
I used to be terrified
Of what others used to think.
I used to be terrified
That I was meant to sink.
I was scared to swim
Against the familiar waves.
If I floated with them,
Maybe I'd be okay.
I never swam.
I only drowned.
The waves pushed,
And they pulled me down.
Then I grew tired.
My lungs grew sore.
I didn't want to keep drowning anymore.
I became the waters.
I became the sea.
The once powerful waters
Now had no power over me.
I am the power.
I am the waves.
I am the only thing I need
To be okay.
I begged the skies
To show me light.
But even in darkness,
I am alright.
I am my own strength.
I am my own motivation.
I am my own God.
I am from my own creation.
The fear I once was
Has died away.
I am something stronger.
I am the meaning of brave.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.