Ocean

stand at the edge of this ocean
and proceed: shout. worth
and ingrained belief, complete with
self-pity and doubt

hoping for affirmation
fury frustration
rising, rising, rising
culminating in a whining tidal wave
of entitlement
it's hard to hear above the wind
cycling, cycling, cycling...
moment of interia:
fomenting revolution
crying for retribution
washing over with rage, rage, rage
and as the page is turning
- in a moment - subsides

silence.

the calm after the storm:
nature muted on an empty beach
retreated shores
drained and erased
and the taste of salt
is enough to choke on.

a breeze catches -
and a bottle washes onshore