if i could use

only one word

to describe

what makes me, me

i’d say ocean.

i’m deeper than i seem to be,

so don’t try to step on me.

you might be surprised

at how fast you sink.

on the surface i’m coated in waves.

waves of all familiarity

gentle waves,

abrasive waves,

waves creeping along,

and waves speeding past.

waves of great height,

waves stooping low.

you’ll never truly know,

what lies below.

all i’ll allow you to see,

is the waves,

never the real me.

and if i ever do,

please trust me,

you’re extremely important to me.

so as you can see,

the words i say,

are just parts of my play,

that you see every day.

but all waves recede,

they all move back into the ocean

and as the waves return to the sea,

so the words give way to silence.