Oceanic
Angrily, the white-capped waves crashed onto the sand.
He approached the shimmering blue-green ocean with outstretched trembling hands.
The enticing undertow cuddled him as he entered Death's rippling door.
Is this, to you, insanity?
To him it is serenity...
This poem was written as a classroom assignment. I won a small award for it and had my picture in the paper with other "winners". It was the 1st time I ever really considered myself a poet. I started with a list of words and it eventually became what you read above. I'd love to say that I've been writing ever since... I can't. Somewhere a long the way, this piece of me vanished. Then one day I bumped into an old friend who unintentionally reminded me of who I once was...I have been writing ever since that day. Thanks, old friend.
Today's Silver Lining: You really can be who your truly are...but it takes risk and bravery to be authentic.
