The deafening noise in my head, filled with thoughts,
is as deep as the ocean and it’s a never ending motion.
Do I run away or swim, when I was actually made to fly?
Words with emotions are the weight holding me at my feet.
Crashing waves of thoughts; pushing and pulling my heart.
I don’t want to go deeper. I’m scared of what I may find.
The fighting of these feelings is taking over my fragile mind.
Adjusting the sails to get away is all that I can understand.
Even if I close my eyes, I’m blinded by an overwhelming sight.
The uncontrollable wind that bullies the water how he needs,
while my thoughts are still deafening – I want to be freed.
Time to swim in this deep ocean; the never ending motion.
© Ilka Steyn, 2016. All rights reserved.
