Poem: Against The Ocean Tides

Against The Ocean Tides

The waves break beneath my feet,
They shift the sand without sympathy.
Here I stand, all alone,
Wading across the seven seas.

Breaking rhythm as it interferes,
Tides clash against my row boat.
I’m pained as I discover,
The boots I wear, now soaked.

No matter how hard I try to suppress the water,
They come in repeatedly like slaughter.
Soon, I break through again,
Calming the seas as I count to ten.

I will never understand their rhythm,
Their wishes pass me unheard.
Although born as part of their brethren,
The storm inside me is never understood.

The times they’ve tried to turn the boat around,
The times they’ve tried to shake me to ground,
The times they’ve tried to end this dream,
Shows their misunderstanding of me.

Repeatedly swayed from side to side,
The fragile boat drowns in sadness.
It’s tempting to give into the rhythm of the tides,
But want takes its sails, telling it to rise.

With its paint washed away,
A wretched boat has it become.
But it would rather be like so,
Than be carried by the cold ocean tides.

The waves break beneath my feet,
They shift the sand without sympathy.
I continue to stand here all alone,
Against the ocean tides.

By Senjin