MY HEART IS LIKE THE OCEAN

There are a few deep things going on in me at the moment, that are hard to describe. I’ve learned I think, not to try, when that happens. Instead I wrote a poem that gets close.

My Heart is Like The Ocean

My heart is like the ocean,

Wide and free and deep...

And full of unknown icky stuff

And monsters half-asleep.

And raging like a winter storm

Or icy cold, or clear and warm

A foamy mass of spongey form, my

heart is like an ocean

Wide and free and deep

My heart is like the ocean,

Lit by summer’s glow!

Where cheery ships go sailing by

As feelings come and go

They catch the wind with billowed sail

And cut the breeze of my travail

Where mighty shark and gentle whale

Unfathomable ocean, that is

Deeper than I know

My heart is like an ocean

I feel it, more yet more

But even I can’t figure what that

Icky stuff is for.

The rattle over flat, wet stones

The pounding water in these bones

The crash, the roar, the monsters groan, this

Heart is like an ocean

Lost upon the shore