I haven’t written poetry in years, every time I did spoken word I was shaking with stage fright, but I woke up with this in my head this morning.
Life is like waves, it is always moving.
Sometimes it goes forward, sometimes a bit backwards
but it us always moving.
Even when the wave drifts
into the stillness of the ocean,
it is never stagnating.
Underneath it all, are thoughts swimming;
just below the surface, amongst the anatomy of
what make us, us.
Intertwined with our blood, bones and flesh.
All moving forward amongst the stillness.