Where Is The Horizon? Poem by Delaney Rose

Watch the horizon for hours on end. It never gets old,
Chest deep in something so much more then yourself.
Blues, greens, gold, grays, changing as you toss and turn,
With the days, the hours, the moods, the seasons, ever changing.
Waves come up, tide comes in, waves crash down, tide goes out.
Waters can never be still, something always changing.
It’s a cycle, a constant cycle.

Ups, downs, crash, burn, shoot up again.
Watching the horizon, becoming blind to everything else.
Its really quite beautiful, you know, the tides that carries you.
Its something I just cannot seem to escape from.
Just as long as I look to the horizon.
But, if I were too look down, and see all the seaweed,
To discover all the trash, and debris that I’m standing in:
All the blues, greens, gold, and grays lose their beauty.

Stare down at all the filth, everything I’ve been ignoring
The horizon disappears, all there is left is the filth.
Its blinds me, distracts me, all I can think of is the filth.
I don’t see the wave approaching, building up all this time.
It towers over, threatening, choking, inescapable, CRASH!
Crash, crash, whoosh, skid, hit, topple, over, over, over.
Shoved to the shore, bruised, burned, and broken.

I’m out of the water but its still drowning me.
Silly little girl, just begging for more and more.
But why? You know all it will do is throw you away again.
Like it did last time, like every time before that? Again?
Well, because that horizon just looks so beautiful,
I just have to go back, don’t you see the fingers grabbing at me?
They’re trying to pull me back, they want me back, they say they need me.

But, the bruises, all the scars, how do you not see that you can do so much better?
Well yes, but I don’t deserve that. Someone much better, deserves it.
Why don’t you see it? Am I the only one? I have to go back. I have to see through the horizon.
Pulled back into the deep, scanning for the beauty of the horizon, where?
Where did all the beauty go? Blues, greens, gold, and grays. What happened?

Where’s the peace? The comfort? Why can’t I see the horizon?
Why are all the waves still towering over me? Why is all the seaweed tangling my feet?
I turn, search, dive down. “Where is all the beauty? ”
The shore, I see it now, its there waiting for me in the sand. I want it. Need it.
Swim to the shore, almost to the shore, almost, almost, just a little further…CRASH!
Wave collapses down, crushing, pulling, drowning. Sinking, sinking, sunk.
Why won’t you release me to my escape? Just leave me to my happiness. Please?