Messages in bottles – A poem

Just the sight
Of these ominous oceans
Gives me the feeling
That these rocking motions
Are actually
Living in my heart
And my stomach.
The blue seems
So open.
So empty.
But I know it isn’t.
I know it is swarming
With an infinity
Of possibilities.
The fear of the unknown
Is overwhelming.
It consumes more of me
Than there is of me,
But I think my oceans are rising
With the more time
That is passing.
The more I hold on,
The more the waters come alive
With longing
For what I’m clinging to.
They are sick of waiting.
It is time to set my poems free
Before the waves steal them from me.
I think I’m ready
To collect my thoughts into bottles
And set them out to sea.