across an angry ocean of emptiness
my little boat floats
enduring sea sickness
and poor navigation
tossed by wind
whistling
from many directions
I mute my colors
pulling down my sails and my flag
it was a journey from one land to another
Now, it’s life on the sea
peaceful
in its protest
learning to love
the salty air
seagulls
screaming
above me
swirling currents beneath me
not needing to dock
in safety
it’s the sea
and
never there.
………
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
