ocean art

The ocean always brought camouflaged and eccentric thoughts,
It made her feel invisible from her very own shadow,
To the outside world she was fogged up by self-pity,
But here, the sounds and the smell of the sea was soothing

The rhythm of the sea had been a blue hue that fell from the sky,
It always inspired a feeling of timelessness to her broken life,
It caved in the noises of the world to a hush,
That made her discover grace that she never knew existed

She wished that this tranquil moment would last forever,
The crests and toughs of the tides,
And the lulls between the charming waves,
Filled her aching heart with deep ecstasy

Although she sensed an air of daintily glamour,
She craved to live among the sea urchins and the knots of weed,
The tragedies of her past haunted her very own existence,
She wanted to plunge down and disappear with the tides

But the air carried with it incredibly new energy,
With the tireless spirited singing of the shores,
Forced sharp reality to pierce her fragile and steeled heart,
And it bust her to shedding uncontrolled and unashamed tears

She knew her worth and she had to claim it,
That feeling calmed down her deep emotional chaos,
But caused her heart race and breathe…heavy as if in panic,
She was going to confront the den of perils lurking in the shadows

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “Den of Perils

  1. I guess I see this poem as symbolic of a spiritual journey of confronting your weaknesses and fears in a baptismal sort of way – the ocean is a good symbol of that cleansing and rebirth. Best, Chevvy

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s