Ocean
by Azaria Pittman-Carter Like ocean water I am unsteady Broken down and weary, pierced and bruised Talked about, heard, seen, misused I have been misled only to learn it was me, myself, and I that needed to choose I am not a game, there are no directions for me There are no rules, I am unpredictable you see The plays I make, you cannot see I am the onion whose layers have all been peeled back I am visible and present. Like ocean water I am full I am filled with treasures, nightmares, good and bad, the light to all of my truth I am grateful and my cup is ever overflowing Full of faith, the unknown to me is not scary No weapon formed against me shall prosper For the Lord will carry me in the end. Like ocean water, I have no beginning or end I flow, and invade areas that may not be mine But when I come, I bring life, gifts, and reminders that sometimes: Some new things can be good and not bad, new erases old and refreshes our minds, new things
