Ocean
I have sailed endless pages of thoughts written by others
created out of words soaked with love
and salty, pungent taste of hate and intolerance.
Many have shed their scales under my watchful eye,
revealing their soft bellies while reaching depths
imagined forever impossible to penetrate.
Many struck me like jagged teeth of a stealthy shark,
ripping my body with powerful jaws made out of sorrows and pains, while
drilling into my soul, seeking the fuel to let him live forever more.
Many others left me empty
like a shell that outlives it's usefulness and washes up on shore
to seek the beginning in the end once more.
None however, left my sails empty of propelling winds,
letting my lungs to fill with rich air that rises above the waves
rolled from their tears, blood and sweat.