Swim the Ocean Depths
Take me where the ocean rolls bigger than the pain in my
soul. Let me lay upon shore sand and hold its grit in my hand
while the ocean claims ground again, so sure of where it
belongs to begin its own fated end. Let ships on the horizon
remind me how small I am and how little I understand.
My pain seems so very grand yet it, and my heart bearing it,
will be gone long before this sand, so small, so mere in tiny
bits, but more earthly significant than any of me I have to
give. I have no distinct pain, all I hurt once ached another
name that millions could easily claim.
I do not want to feel love's sentiments anymore. I do not want
emphatic care blood in my core. My heart noises need the
confusing wave cycle stifled. My heart wishes to comply with
my soul's voice, housed within, it does whisper of peace should
I let go and fling the heavy pains my emotions have overlong
nourished and sustained.
God, let me tuck my aches inside a shell, please allow them
to only there dwell. I promise, I will sail the shell by my own
hand to swim the ocean depths. Allow the sea to free my
stored pain in deep, endless, salty motions that I may be
free from more tears of lame devotion.
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