Enough

She liked to hang her hammock on the cliffs

The kind of soul that fell asleep with ocean sounds

because she never really identified with the ground

People said she was sharp, but her pebble beach was so washed,

Her fruit salad emotions so freely tossed that the name “Lost”

had been embossed, by her own scarred hands, to the letterhead of her heart.

And she hated those days...

Those days when you write nothing but quotes...

When your words never measure up

When your hopelessness and lack of purpose

Leave your stuck, like a super hero action figure in a landfill,

Leave your fear-driven heart calm and carrying iocaine

just in case this life isn’t enough

Too bad you never learned to live it.

Maybe you didn’t burn enough bridges

drop enough anchors

Makes you wanna curse like a sailor and

then sail the seven seas, maybe eight!

Because one was never good enough

Dry land was never firm enough

You were never God-enough, even though 

You’ve been serving yourself for a lifetime.

Nervous system reaction time: 0

So your stubbed toes and bruised knees just serve

to remind you how many times you’ve fallen

how many times you’ve failed that same test of your boundaries

when you stole the answer key  

But that was before you learned to read

You never did like ships in a bottle,

always preferred the ocean captured deep within your chest

locked beneath your breast

and breathing the tides in and out, one by one, for you

Your helplessness comes from a place of pain

Your joy is rooted in the sorrows that have cloaked you

like the dark side of the force

But you’ve quickly learned that they don’t have cookies

Their powers can’t save your dying wife

And fears are slowly consuming your shadowed life...

Even the orange colored skies aren’t speaking any truth

And truth is, all you want is a green flash as sunset

Or was it sundown?

One day of rest to lay aside your burdens, to give it all up

transcend this sad plain and somehow change

Friend, I’ve realized now it’s not about how fast you run, whether you escaped

It’s all about whether you stopped...

Stopped to take in the ocean, inhale a tide or two

You might be green, or you might be grey, 

you might be blue, but I don’t care

drop your last anchor to windward

and lock in for a long ride cause the night of the soul

is a scary thing when you didn’t even know you had one

But I’ve always known

And so do you

So stop pretending 

It’s time to write more than quotes

Cause I want your words and, you wanna be heard

I can see it in your eyes

I can taste it in your tears

they taste like mine, and I know you’re not fine

So let’s draw a line and stop lying to the world. . . 

Finally.

As we lie in the dark, beat boxing with our hearts

Breathe deep with the tide

We’ll hang our hammocks on the cliff side where waves pound and throb

Then we’ll wait to see the hand of God

Even if it’s only just the street lamps or stars