How I Became The Sea

Ode To The Guardian

 ~Inspired by the great John Keats~

I

I am awoken from the little whispers ahead 

The eyes that I first saw.

I am startled abruptly as I looked around my bed

Because what my father said left me in awe. 

"When you grow, you'll learn,

You'll conquer and you'll see

That everything in life has yet to earn

But little one, be who you are and not what others want you to be."

II

I grabbed every ounce of my being

I held it all in.

There was something that was constantly killing me, but it was something I wasn't seeing.

A creature was choking my throat and squeezing my chin.

My head was pushed down to the cold, hard concrete

The soul that lived inside of me squealed

There was a hand that tied both my hands and feet,

A raspy voice took every liter of my dignity and zipped it sealed.

III

A sedative, any remedy to help my body heal

The dangerous thought of the night was scary

I covered my heart in order not to hurt or feel,

I wouldn't be able to imagine a burden to carry.

"Drain your anger, calm your nerve,

Create your rhythm", it said,

This demon's heart was a verve,

But not for long– because it dropped down dead.

IV

I glanced at the shadow that murdered the dark 

The figure was familiar, but it was also new

On the floor by my bed, there left a huge mark

I felt the guilt, I felt the rue.

My eyes studied this human

My heart skipped a beat, maybe two

I sensed compatible blood, perhaps a truman

It's like he was guiding me and telling me where to go, what to do. 

V

My father whispered again,

I felt enormous, but I also feel small

He whispered twice more, but this time from his den

The voice he possessed was meek, but his figure came out tall.

My heart dropped.

Is this he whose title is father?

My breathing hitched and it suddenly stopped

It was question after question, something else to bother.

VI

I hoped that there would be a song for someone

Because the city was lit by fireflies

When I looked around, there was none

Just the echoing sound of my cries.

I called out again for my dad,

There was no retorting voice

I felt my blood simmer, I felt mad

So I took the nameless street for I hadn't a choice.

A rock fell from above and hit my shoulder

All I could see was blood

My soul was in solitude and I felt a little colder

That's when I realized that I was trying to build a house in the mud.

I screamed at the wind,

I have done no wrong!

I sensed as though I have sinned

I carried some sort of presence all along.

I finally saw my father's soul, 

He hugged me and said "You are who I live for",

I couldn't move because I wasn't in control,

He suddenly disappeared and knocked on heaven's door.

My father rose up as a tiger,

The act that lights up his name

I have come to think I was a strong-headed liger 

Eternity came and we both rose up in a beautiful, monstrous flame.