MY THOUGHTS

I NEED MY THOUGHTS TO GO SOMEWHERE

A BUCKET

OR A RIVER PERHAPS

ONE DAY I RELEASED THEM IN THE OCEAN

THAT WAS A GREAT DAY

I FELT FREE

I WAS FREE BECAUSE IN THE OCEANS VASTNESS MY THOUGHTS WOULD BE SAFE

I DIDN’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THEM BEING DISCOVERED

LIKE A WEIGHTLESS SUNKEN TREASURE THEY DRIFTED THEN FLOATED TO THE BOTTOM

WEIGHTED DOWN BY MY WILL

AND ANCHORED BY THE HEAVINESS OF MY SOUL

TODAY THE OCEAN IS NOT ACCESSIBLE TO ME

SO WHERE SHALL THEY GO

THERE IS NO SAFE PLACE AMONGST THIS DRY LAND

WHEREVER THEY ARE TOSSED THEY THREATEN TO RESURFACE AND HAUNT ME

SO I GUESS I WILL KEEP THEM WITH ME

BURIED AT THE BACK OF THE CLOSET OF MY MIND

HIDDEN UNDER THE BED OF MY HEART

SUPPRESSED IN THE DARKEST CAVES OF MY SOUL

THEY THREATEN TO SPILL OUT

IN TEARS

IN ANGER

IN DREAMS

THEY WARN ME:

IT’S TOO CROWDED IN HERE

MAXIMUM OVERLOAD

THE DAY WILL COME WHEN I CAN HIDE THEM NO MORE

Winds and Tides

WINDS & TIDES

My emotions swiftly change like the direction of the wind.

 Why is that?

 I truly want to be steady in my ways.

 Consistent like the tides who although change is at least measurable and consistent. 

But its so hard to be consistent with this ever changing world.

Or is it just my world that changes

I never know when

And then I never know how

I just know is

The “is” leaves me changing like the winds

If the “is” would be more consistent then I could be more like the tides

Change that is expected