I’ve always loved water. Maybe I like it because I’m a Pisces. Had a great day today. Couldnt help but notice the blades of grass that were slightly damp from the brief stint of rain we had this afternoon. Water has a calming, purifying, therapeutic way about it. Its unlike any other element. Dug this poem up from 1:32pm August/3/2004
Waves from the discontented overwhelm me
I swim towards my former self
I cry but no one can see my tears
I try but my efforts go unrecognized
I keep swimming, for the struggle
seems to be my only purpose in life.
The current is so strong
and my weaknesses are becoming evident.
I escape the dangerous paths of predators
though my greatest conflict is person versus self.
I want to live above the dark murky water
With my own eyes, may I see the bright light that all of the free world is familiar with?
What is it to be free?
Is it to lay lifeless in hope for a re-birth?
Is it to be forced to breathe under the surface of clarity
and digest discord?
No. It is the voyage of self-exploration
the buried treasure is within.