You are more than this, more than it all.
Built to overcome, designed to sink under the pressure of these catastrophic waves life calls time.
You keep waiting for a break but they just keep coming.
And you get knocked down, losing your balance, you’ve started to float on the surface.
Drifting further and further with the current, because currently,
you’d rather distance yourself from your wants,
trying so hard to hear your needs over the sound of the ocean roaring beneath you, over you, around you.
Because you used to be more than this, your tongue was sharp and much quicker than this,
but you always sink, don’t you?
Only to allow someone else to pull you out
Now you’re, wet on dry land, gasping for air, grasping for the towering waves that brought you here.
There is comfort in discomfort, satisfaction in anger, loneliness in love.
See, you weren’t supposed to be beaten so hard for so long,
you were supposed to fight back, not give up, give in, giving yourself over to the current within.
You were more, more than just this.
This walking, hard of breathing, living source of emotion. Of despair.
You’ve had your sense blunted by years of inaction, of neglect.
Of false memories and no progress.
You float along, only to meet the same fate.
Will you give this a new name and be tried by the same error in judgement.
Will you allow yourself to be ridiculed, taunted?
You were always more, until you allowed someone to eclipse you,
until you allowed them to mistreat you.
And in your insane clarity, you know this,
in your madness you comprehend that you can’t float forever.
Some things, must always come to an end.
Will you float, or will you fight?
Come what may, will you be saved or the one who saves?
A Poem a Day 