Waves

So lately I've realized that I've been waiting for my life to start. Well, I've decided to start living it now. I don't take enough chances, I wait for things to happen. I'm tired of that. I'm tired of waiting on other people. I'm tired of trying to be perfect all the time. I'm tired of always thinking that things happen when you least expect it. I want to start making things happen, not letting things happen to me. Maybe I have to build up strength, or courage, or the balls to dictate my own life. I've never been a pushover, just someone who has been complacent with life so far. But I'm tired.

So what do I do? How am I going to do this? I have no idea. I wrote poetry...baby steps, I guess.

Let me know what you think.



Waves

I watch its ebb and flow
The methodical heartbeat
Breathing life
Into everything

The smooth rush of water
Fading in and out
Cool blue sparkling like new marbles
Dollops of white foam on top

With each surge it is a cleansing
Creating a new moment
A new beginning
Establishing a new opportunity