Sea, I call it Life

I could feel the storm building within me,

The waves crashing the surface of the shore,

Wanting more and more

To destroy,

To damage,

To crash.

With every brush,

It hoped to flush

Every dream,

Every hope,

Every desire.

It had to put out the fire.

Hurricane.

In its eye was an emptiness,

A deep hole that could not be penetrated.

With all its speed

It took no heed.

Destruction

Death

Pain

Suffering

Its only ambition.

Water.

Rushing,

Dangerous so,

Violent now

Merciless

But calm tomorrow.

Giver of life.  Solace.