Is my nature free?

I will not laugh nor shout

And engulf in reverie

 

And then I say I am the sea

 

The moon the glowing orb

Is a friend to some but not the swirling sea

And she tugs on me

 

I say to myself I am the sea

 

I churn with her pulls

Her grasp on myself

Undulates the torrents within

 

Questions erupt 

I stop abrupt

The calm of the sea

 

Am I what I say to be

So broke as a pool

Tormented with glowing agony?