I was born near the ocean and when I hear waves, it soothes me. When I see the horizon over a body of water it calms me. When I walk the beach shore, I feel like I’m home.
I love to bodysurf. I feel exhilarated when a wave lifts me into its crest. I love the surge of speed as my body descends the wave. I even enjoy the feeling of the wave consuming me when it can no longer propel me forward.
The ocean calls me. It speaks to me. It tells me that when I’m near, I’m where I’m supposed to be.
Overstimulated, over stressed,
Anxiety heightened but not addressed.
Faces lit in a constant glow,
From a device, in hands, below.
Palms cup, thumbs type,
Or click, or ‘Like’, or swipe.
Acceptance measured by affirmation,
But never enough for self-appreciation.
Pressure builds to levels previously unknown,
From always being connected, yet always feeling alone.
I am not a slam poet,
too many stutters and ‘ummms’ would I make,
I could never recite this all in. Just. One. Take.
I am not a storyteller that captivates,
enthrals, excites, and engages,
I don’t have audiences that applaud me,
on pedestals and stages.
I am not an actor,
I don’t dream of the limelight,
I’d rather be the stagehand
working out of sight.
I am not, I am not,
I am not all of these things,
I can’t dance, I can’t play an instrument,
can’t hold a note when I sing…
It would be easy to go on.
To cut myself up critically.
It’s what ‘most’ people do,
and we all know ‘most’ is at least 51% statistically.
But for everything that I am not,
there is yet something that I am.
For every I can’t,
there are things that I can.
I can write a blog post,
and share it each day.
I can develop my ideas,
and put them on display.
I am creative,
I am thoughtful, and reflective,
I may not alway be right,
but I’m not afraid to share my perspective.
I am a writer, not a poet
though I may try,
I can still be witty, sarcastic,
and sometimes even wry.
I can share my thoughts,
I can express what I think,
For I am artist of words,
typing digital ink.
I am the thinker and creator
of this rhyming verse,
Somewhat embarrassed,
though I know it could be worse.
I am a blogger,
I express ideas our loud,
I am a digital writer,
often humbled, yet proud.
For I am a writer, daily,
and I publicly share,
My words start of private,
until I put them ‘out there’.
Out in the ether
goes my digital text,
and you’ll have to wait until tomorrow
to see what’s next…
