I am a person.

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I am a person.
I dance in the water where the waves crash below my torso
but I never swim.

I beleive that the ocean is a mystery im not ready for
and i'll settle for watching its outer beauty
when it isnt corruped by plastic, dirt and pollution.

And so we sit in silence, the ocean and I.
We do not speak, because there is nothing to be said.
And deep down we know that we are very similar in many ways.

Deep.
A part of the ocean I fear I will not make it to.
It will remain a mystery to me for as long as it wants to,
and the surface is where our boundary stays.
I will not refuse to admit to fear,
But its not because of the distance I will have to go, but because I fear im not ready for the ocean.

The ocean dances beautifully with me,
moving at the right pace
so I can keep up.

The waves never go above my hips,
because the ocean knows
that I am not ready for that.

As I grow, I mature.
And the ocean tries to catch up to me
as I do so.
But sometimes I mature quickly,
and topics I once was innocently unaware of,
find themselves at the bottom of the ocean, out of my reach before I can try and find it again.

And when the day comes that the ocean cannot keep up,
and I find that all innocence was ripped from me and thrown down to the unknown that I find that I still am not ready for,
I will no longer dance with the waves,
and let the waves pass just below my hips.

The ocean will dance alone for the rest of eternity,
watching, and waiting for the day
that I am ready for the adventure of the unknown.

And maybe one day I will dance with it again as I once did when my innocence was bliss
and not just another thing waiting for me down below.

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