The Unforgiving Current

Love like the ocean

Carry me away

It is hard to stay afloat with gravity working against you

The burdens borne only worsen matters

Waves continually crash over, making each passing moment a greater struggle

Ignorance can be life-threatening at times

The beach was safe, but curiosity often proves to be overpowering

The hope of something greater has carried me in, like dust in a breeze

Swimming along the shore is never enough though

The thrill of losing sight of land has long been yearned for

And because of it, I now float lifelessly in the sea

Merely a slave to the waves

The warmth of the sun’s rays hit my body

It is too late for me to appreciate them like once before though

The tide has carried me back to the land

The sand now forms a blanket for my body

To rest upon until life arrives again, like the night sky

But even when my breath returns, nothing will be the same

For my curiosity has now made me fearful of the ocean

So safely on the sand I will remain

Unsure if I will ever swim again…

Progressive Relief

Winter has been reigning for several months, leaving Earth lifeless and still.
Today though has brought with it a feeling of change that can be sensed.
The sun beams down, bearing rays of warmth and freshness.
The icy landscape of the past has been fighting for survival.
Its efforts have now given way though.
What was once a glistening body of frozen beauty has now melted away into a mere puddle.
A puddle that leaves barely any resemblance of its former self.
The remains swiftly seep into the soil.
Yearning for a new life.
Like the moon yearns for the night.
Dying for a chance to feel needed once more.
Many moons have come and gone.
The ground that was once frozen and barren has transformed.
This metamorphosis has left earth filled with vibrant blossoms.
Filled with life.
Filled with an undeniable sense of pacification.
Like a river, Spring has arrived to wash away the past.
Arrived to expunge the frigid bitterness left behind by Winter.
A rebirth has begun.
Things will never be the same.
Which is rather comforting in a sense.
One breath of Spring.
Just one breath of Spring and alive once again.