If I could take
All of your tears
I’d form from them
An ocean
On which nobody
Would dare sail
It would be yours
To flow free upon
A current
That never fails
A wave
The never breaks
From tears
The world cannot shake
And waterfalls
That drown the sadness
Of years lost
In the whirlpool
Being there
Didn’t make you a fool
You had to learn to swim
So close your eyes
Face the current
And with your strength
Begin again
You don’t have to float
You can walk on water
After all
It was made from your tears
An ocean that no one would dare to sail. An ocean of my own tears. Well that is something. I like this;))
Very happy this spoke to you Fia. Thank you for reading! 🙂
What a beautiful concept. It’s funny how often we sink under the weight of our pain. To think of tears as an ocean of our own making and subject to our own belief is beautiful
Thank you Willow. I am glad the beauty in this ocean resounds.
Beautifully penned, Brandon. I concur with Fia and Willow. Another excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you good sir!