Friday Poetry: "Ocean Song"

The poem for this week's Friday Poetry is quite a personal one; I haven't posted many of those lately, so this was certainly a refreshing change. I have noticed, though, that my personal poetry doesn't tend to be as polished as my fictional work—it's a lot more raw, which can be a good or a bad thing, depending on your interpretation.

I know I haven't been myself this week, but I'll take this weekend to recharge and think some things over, and hopefully on Monday it'll be a bit better. As always, comments, feedback, and thoughts on the poem are all welcome. Love always. xx

Ocean Song

I’ve learned that life is a funny thing. it works
in mysterious ways: ships sink slowly, water
rises quickly. everyone is an artist nowadays:
fill in the lines, colour in the blank spaces. blue
paint runs down the page. sea foam blurs
careful brushstrokes. I’m no masterpiece, but
I’ve learned how to hold a pen, and I’ve learned that
maybe that’s enough for now.

I’ve learned that for now is an important phrase,
that tomorrow I will grow into someone brand new.
I’ve learned to be okay with that. the universe
does not care whether I’m happy, but sometimes I
listen to the ocean singing in the shoreline’s ear:
youarelovedyouarelovedyouareloved, on and on until the
end of forever, and I hear the words to the ocean’s
song and think perhaps the universe is leading by example.

I’ve learned that I am so much more than the
numbers that try to define me. I’ve learned that
words are the most important weapons I can hold,
and I’m learning how to wield them with care.
oceans and brushstrokes don’t make a poet,
but they do make a person, and I’ve learned that
maybe that’s enough for now.

I’ve learned that sometimes the ending isn’t a happy one,
but I’ve also learned that sometimes it is. I’ve learned that
backbones are more valuable than wishbones. I’ve learned
how to say yes to myself. I’ve learned that my body is a
shrine and if no one else worships it, then I must be
my own goddess.

I’ve learned that life works in mysterious ways, that ships
are sinking around me and it’s not easy to stay afloat. I’ve
learned that perhaps the ocean isn’t singing only to the
shoreline. I’ve learned that words can be anchors or
deadweights, and I’m learning to tell the difference. I’ve
learned that there is no end to the battles I can lose.
and I’m learning that I am worth every one of them.