I wasn’t prepared for the storm at sea,
I felt lost and completely helpless,
To the tides that were no longer peaceful or tranquil,
They were violent and aggressive,
Chaos was all around me,
And I needed to take action.
I wanted to be there for her in any way I could,
I had to be there for her in that moment,
Before I could say anything,
She moved away from me,
Wiped away her tears,
And thanked me for walking back with her.
She tried to say goodbye to me,
But I wouldn’t let her.
I asked if I could come inside,
She was surprised and asked why,
I got closer to her,
And whispered that I wanted to be with her,
Just a little longer.
She teared up,
And invited me inside.
I embraced her with loving arms,
And gave her the support and love she needed.
She didn’t feel so alone,
And she thanked me for being with her,
In a time that she was struggling,
I felt like I truly saw all of her beauty that day,
That I was always so afraid to explore.
On the surface she seemed perfect,
But her depths told a different story.
She truly was like the ocean.
The Warfield Zone 