We are an ocean Dashed upon the rocks Scattering seafoam Scattering sand and sustenance for crabs Our existence is as simple as it is large And the breadth of our embrace Surrounds every bit of land The moon pushes and pulls us The sun warms us We sing to the air to beckon cool breezes Why then, do your waters rage with fear and strife? Are you angry with the fish and the trawlers? Were you offended when the land beasts Scraped stones against your skin? My love, do calm your currents Relieve your whirlpools Still your wild heart For just a moment Let the dessicated carcasses we've been holding onto Drift to the floor To sleep That we may find some sleep ourselves
From The Author
Woah, boi. It’s been a while.
I’ve been writing sparsely in between hearts breaking, lost friends, and a move. These are moments in life where writing is the most therapeutic and the least appealing to me. It’s easier to press “pause,” to keep the mind drolling on things that don’t matter in the stead of things that inflict pain and stress.
But you can’t run from your wrinkly, pink nightmare of a brain forever.
You have to let things go.
We all effect and are affected by each other in a perpetual ebb and flow. It’s not always for the good, and we often find ourselves in an ocean of strife peppered with occasional moments of calm.
I’m here to tell you and myself that this is fine.
Tomorrow will still come, and whether your day of calm comes tomorrow or some undisclosed day after that, it *will* come.
In the meantime; Action is the best remedy for a tumultulous situation. Cut your losses and accept that loss in peace and mourning. My hope for you and myself is that this will expedite your journey to calm waters.
With much love,
The Poetry of Ants