I am roaring and insistent.
I wonder what life feels like
When I pierce it with cool.
I hear sea-bird noises and castaway voices
I see tops of toes, edges of ankles, and feel
wading wanderers unsettling my waters.
I am roaring and persistent.
I pretend I’m incapable of feeling,
But I always return again in waves.
I don’t feel brave.
I worry of them leaving
I worry what they’d whisper if they knew,
I weep because my visage is untrue,
I act roaring and insistent.
I understand what I’ve yet to grasp,
I say this is wisdom.
I dream of the shores I might never reach,
I try climbing every day up the long beach,
I hope I will stay resilient.
I am always roaring and insistent.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.