Uncontrollable Waves by Wynona Boggs
Standing on a secluded cliff,
Turning my eyes to the sea.
I try to net with the diminutive sniff
What freedom and oblivion may be.
The waves crashing onto the rocky shore,
Each one inevitably fading away;
No longer being part of the bore,
But instead scouring over the bay.
I wonder how it feels giving up to the current;
My lungs filled with perpetual devotion.
For I realize the waves crashing to be reclaimed
Don’t matter as long as they’re part of the ocean.