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 can be uncomfortable but growth in them will always thrive.

 

Like ocean water

I cannot be contained; I am in control and refuse to be misled again

I have been played, repeated, and cycled

I have rained and poured

Shouted, screamed my truth, and like the ocean water

I have roared!

 

Like the ocean water, I am full, and I am content

I will live, flow, and grow within.

 

Looking into the fruits within me, reminders that I am the ocean way bigger than what you see.