The Ocean

Ups, there is an angry thought.

It’s like a shark hissing as a pot.

A strong wave pushes the shark away.

Let’s act without anger come what may.

A whole school of furious sharks

Sometimes fills my deeds and remarks.

When fully overwhelmed by emotion,

I say: I’m not the sharks, I’m the ocean.

Ups, there is an anxious thought.

It’s like a coral reef cutting a boat.

The waves with time make corals smooth.

Let’s act without anxiety’s sharp tooth.

Sometimes I’m like a diver caught in a coral reef,

Unable to break free from the razor teeth.

When fully overwhelmed by emotion,

I say: I’m not the reef, I’m the ocean.

Ups, there is a little thrill.

It’s like a wave over beach rocks to spill.

The winds wane and make the sea serene.

Let’s avoid thrills, that’s what I mean.

For after every thrill there comes emptiness.

A more even path leads to happiness.

When fully overwhelmed by emotion,

I say: I’m not the waves, I’m the ocean.

Take care,

Helena Smole, author of:

– a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships

– Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type