This morning, I remembered death was waiting.
And regrets flooded my soul like an unforeseen rainstorm.
Drudging up past and present shortcomings.
A tall list of love me nots, have nots, and what nots.
I heard the soft whisper of a winter ocean somewhere to my east.
I felt its merciless strength, and vacancy beckoning.
The slow and steady rhythmic beating of the waves against the frozen shore
mocking my own isolated heart.
Surrounded by emotional icy walls.
Self built, as a result of past traumas, and experiences that I find myself mentally repressed to recall.
The heart of the ocean,
taking down ships and men alike for centuries.
Lured into the deep dark,
into the very definition of the unknown.
An unpredictable singsong of love and loss,
courage and fear, strength and weakness.
An unforgiving mother can be the Earth.
And I, her daughter.
Ever conscious of the lessons learned, and a humble student.
Forced to my knees in worship of life’s majesty.
Teach me obedience, for my wildness is unmatched, and my regrets are plenty.
My dreams stay sleeping, and death is always upon me.
Indoctrinate me in the art of living.
Impart your knowledge and mentor my soul.
This morning, I remembered that life was waiting.
