Waves
Thoughts from three in the morning.The hurt washes over like the ocean. Calm sails capture the wind With their chests puffed out, Rulers of the great blue seas Until a storm arrives Of doubt and regret The spray stings my cloudy eyes. It seemed fun at the time Becoming Co-captain of my own ship. A ship without compass, But the anchor held steady, A safety net in unknown depths. Now worry eats at the wooden planks. No more anchor in these troubled waters. W...