At war with the ocean
I entered the cold and windy sea
To see what I could see
There was something I had in mind
A treasure I couldn’t find
I was searching for a crab
To fit the habitat that I had
but when I stepped into the sea,
The sea stepped back at me
It threw me toward the shore
So I went back in for more
It hit me hard again
but I refused to let it win
We fought this back and forth
Like an ocean tug of war
In the end I needed air
cause the ocean won’t play fair
So I bowed to my opponent
Who wore sea foam and owned it
It was time to say goodnight
but tomorrow’s a new fight.
This poem is about:
Me