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The Roughness of the Ocean
How my mind slips away
My words I can’t convey
My time is delayed
I try to meet myself halfway
The trees around me fall
The sounds not sweet at all
The leaves trickle off
That’s when I takeoff
I leave the scene behind me
I cross the deep sea
As I watch the debris
Fall all around me
I feel lost in this strange land
I just want to withstand
The hurricanes and storms
The pain that this forms
And hope that I transform
When the rain comes down to meet me
I blink clearly able to see
Changes guarantee
I’ll find life’s key
The hidden answer lies out there
I can’t find it anywhere
I search and search but life falls around me
I try to swim as I musee
The thoughts are not clear
From life I float in fear
That the debris will take me down
If the answer is not found
I call out to Mother Nature for help and guidance
She says there must be a balance
Of love of hate of fear of being brave
She says I must pave
The way for a new day
I must learn how to say not what to say
I must not be the cliche or disobey
For she watches everyday
I learned that all the debris hitting me
We’re lessons I learned to see
The roughness was for me to foresee
The beauty inside of me
I am the one who holds the key
Copyright ©
Jenna Barber
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