Our journey may be different Our needs evolve over time Our wants fluctuate Sometimes leaving behind troubled waters
Like the flow of the ocean, hard and consuming, it can leave us submerged During the emotional storms we often struggle just to remain afloat
When the waters are calm and serene we sink blindly into the unknown dangers below the surface This isn’t the way your life has to go
Our deep buried emotions can attempt to drown us temporarily or teach us to swim forever
The water, like our emotions, can be misleading Our view can be distorted depending on where we currently stand The terror is frightening if your desperately treading water in the sea Alternatively The warm, sweet, & blissful release of comfort and security is only realized once you make it to the beach
Realization crashing against the sand of our circumstance It’s your journey It’s your life, in your hands Sometimes we need to reach out and that is where strength comes in
The weight of the ocean will only leave you treading water That’s not a place you can sustain, only staying afloat until the weight of the pain is too intense
The ocean’s current below you working to pull you in, like the negativity you have deep within
So many are standing just on the sand, waiting, offering and willing to give you a hand You only need to take that chance grab it
We each need assistance at some point
For someone to encourage, validate and tell us we can, we are and save us from drowning in the flood of emotions
Strength comes when you don’t have many other options, so let is save you from life’s waves of high tides and sinking further in the lows.
A day of heartbreak
Fueled by memories
Reflecting on what was
Before disruption of peace
I honor them all
My thoughts with their families
Today they cry alone
As their loved ones never came home.
Layers Self protection Numerous Her core never seen Slowly blooming Realization Soul bare Vulnerable Apprehensive to be seen Strength brought to light A survivor Fear and honesty Co-mingling Glorious determination Gaining momentum With the drop of every leaf Falling apart Roots run deep My pieces Finding strength
The waves crash over me Stark reality Impending grief Soothed by the ocean Hesitation provides relief Drowning in the mystery Surfacing Catching my breath Sinking deep Moving with ease Tranquility saturating me Pulling me under Captive of peace Resolution breaks around me Swimming with the emotions Glossy water rippling Reflecting images Splashing visions Floating reminders My thoughts Drifting at sea
As I sit here alone, the upstairs window slightly opened, as the rain has temporarily subsided and the silence that I often seek and find comfort in, is almost unbearable as the horror of the last 30 hours consumes me. There are no calls, no texts, no helicopters circling around, no sounds of rushing water below me echoing with the most terrifying sound, no visuals before me of the frightened parents faces and neighbors sitting out of their second story windows because they don’t want to drown, there are no white bed sheets hanging to mark their presence or towels whipping back & fourth in shear desperation on the front porches around me so that they too would soon be found. The saddness, the fear, the heartbreak, the worry, and the blank stares of facing this disaster was undoubtly showing, and is a memory that I will forever carry around. An experience I never wanted but for whatever reason Hurricane Harvey has continued to disrupt, and dance around Texas, just look for the path of greatest destruction and that’s were I’ll be found.
A parade of makeshift rafts, canoes, even whole beds adorned with blow up floats, pool noodles or whatever they had laying around, something…..anything in their quiet desperation that would aid them in getting out safely to help ensure they would be floating and eventually found.
The news is no longer on blaring and enhanced with continual tornado warnings to take cover but instead now I only hear the sound of frogs loudly calling, maybe they too have been forced from their safe place or sanctuary and are looking for their families who are no where to be found.
Maybe these thoughts, questions and surreal memories are too fresh for me to process, since it’s far from being over, as I am still seeking higher ground.