Water is a very relatable thing to me. Preferably ocean waters you see.

Like myself, the waters know

what it means to be battered to and fro. Waves crash onto the shore.

Nonstop

Constantly going and moving without seeing a solid rock.

Nonstop

It calmly flows while breaking on the inside,

Being admired on the outside.

Just like the ocean waters,

I’m always going to and fro.

Nonstop

My head spins from the constant

moving and crashing of my thoughts.

I hide behind a calm mask,

my thoughts screaming to be let free. How is a simple thing like water

so relatable to me?