My emotions are the sea.

There are placid mornings:

Calm.

Silent; Unassumingly peaceful.

Fully in tune with myself.

Content in just breathing.

The soft rush of water as the waves brush the tips of the shore.

Whispering,

ever hopeful in the promise of the new day.

There are the cheerful afternoons:

The sun shines out over the shorline.

Waves beat out its subliminal messages

"Come, find yourself."

"Dare, to be different."

"Seek, your Great Perhaps."

The day is mine!

Ambition washes over me like the salty air.

I am young as the day,

and the world is my oyster.

There are breath taking sunsets

Warm with color and light.

Savoring the last moments of daylight.

Reverent in gratitude of the days events.

The lights on the bay light up as the night life revives itself.

The waves bubble and giggle at my feet, seeking its last bit of frivolity.

When at last, in that single flash of sunlight, they resign to a more solemn rhythm.

There are stormy nights

A calmness stills the water to an erie silence.

Sudden downpours of rain thrash at the glassy surface,

tossing and swirling its contents in the midst of a hurricane.

Messy.

Uncontrolled.

Unpredictable.

Waves crashing into one another in a frenzy of wind and rain.

Swift and capable of certain devestation.

I thrash about in a torrent of emotions,

dragging me down one tidal wave at a time.

When at last I feel I might drown,

the miracle happens.

I am carried safely to the shore in the soft, foamy arms of oblivion.

And lastly, there are the waves:

Strong.

Propelling ships forward,

erroding massive cliffs, one wave at a time.

Bringing forward so much change.

Waves.

The subtle power.

I am this person.

I have that power to bring about great change.

Slowly, but surely.

Absolute, patient power.

Just wait, and watch.

I will overcome.