The water is moving again.
This time I am not sure where to begin.
It started out calm as the river up stream.
Then waves became comfortable to me.
Which should have been sign that all is not what it seems.
Now there is trouble all around and I do not know how much more I can see.
Promises that were made, and now they are broken.
Trust is no longer on the ballot this year for the sea.
The tide is moving the stream further to the other side.
When will we learn it is all never what it seems?
That value is not a part of the team?
Where does this pain go?
It seems to just sit in the heart until it can no longer break.
The thoughts circle the ocean that has sunk to the depths of my mind.
I cannot reach the hope that waits above.
I thought I was okay, but I can no longer lie.
I can no longer hide the tears that I want to fall.
Sitting in the despair, that has become my me.
The light no longer shines bright.
It is starting to fade as am I.
Water dripping down the wall.
Staring as it spills over the floor.
Just looking but cannot move.
The puddle starts to get bigger, and you do not see it as a problem.
This is just an obstacle that life throws your way.
One that may cause some troubles, but this journey will be okay.
Those are the things you say, but deep down not the things you mean.
This has become your way of life.
Obstacles come and hit you with things that always try to make you break.
This is one that has made a crack into the celling.
That you are watching slowing break open.
Hoping that the glue will make it last a little bit longer.
Lost in the eyes of the sea.
Searching for something that only few can see.
The feeling that everything will be okay.
That everything is free.
The storm is raging in the eyes of the beholder.
Living in the dreams of elder.
The waves are pushing us further out.
That we no longer can see the land.
Yet I am not worried.
I am not scared.
This was all in the plan, one that I never could see.
I know this could be the end, but my peace has finally made land.
The water is getting above our heads, yet I lost my breath awhile back.
This is a disaster I have dream, but not the nightmare I envision.
This is what it feels like to be love.