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.