Sonnet Iv Poem by Gabe Florsheim

I am the ocean; the storm, it's current
The sun refracts in scatter beams of light
And how the tides will recede I'm certain
No matter which side that it bends is right.
For naught can be wrong, and to each their own,
Only judged and mocked, tossed like boats at sea
But even the sunken ship becomes home
To the fish who of waves live beneath
Everything has a purpose and good intent
And we are all built in the eye of god.
Be yourself, express yourself, do not lament
We are meant to love, so love who you want
Whether or not healing words are spoken
You cannot fix me, I am not broken