To my Depths
Somewhere in the center of conflicting waves of joviality and dread
were enlightened depths of self realization .
A Tsunami of unrest had churned and surfaced an Id where desire was bred.
I harbor my conscious need for wide eyed righteousness and hope.
My Island of denial, is now behind me.
In this emotional sea, I anchor anxiety and float my ability to cope.
Set free of antithetical suppression, the depths of my self I can face.
With a eye and ear for my spirit,
In my wake, ambiguity gives way; a lighthouse of clarity is what I embrace.
Drawn to my depths, where my truths wash ashore,
I am the sea and the earth my floor.
I am the breeze and the sky my ceiling.
Now boundless are the depths of all I am feeling.