Wavelengths

The water crashes over my body

and my ears are invigorated with its sensation:

It's cold in here.

 

I close my eyes.

I see colors and hues

Dripping.

Down.

Down.

Down.

 

I feel my nerves grow warm.

This is my own corner of the universe.

Then I'm suddenly swimming in its glory

as if I can't get enough of it.

 

My mom brought me here when I was younger.

She would always say:

"You're bigger than this, no matter what.

It's never too late."

 

My mind snaps back into reality.

I'm sitting here in my bed,

just thinking what could happen

if I ran back into the past.

 

If time is an ocean,

We are its victims,

We are its viewers,

And we cannot stop it.

 

Every moment is fleeting,

Don't stop a wave that has already been built.

Its momentum is a force uncontrollable by us.

Go beyond the waves.

 

It is a privilege to feel.

To breathe.

To see.

To know.

 

While you are busy collecting buckets of water,

I am swimming with acceptance.

Look at the future but live in the present.

It feels too good.

 

Mom.

I'm coming back to the ocean.

I'm coming back to where I am strong.

It Never Ends.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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