Swept away

Sometimes I wish life swept me away.

Away from the things I cannot say.

Away from being stuck in the same repetitive day.

Away from the reasons why I’d want to stay.

Away from this role, I may or may not have to play.

Crashed over me in massive waves of new beginnings,

That pulled me along to bathe in the possibilities of future winnings.

Cradled me in its foam of you are not as lost as you believe.

Made me dance in currents of things are not as hopeless as you perceive.

Yes, sometimes I wish to be saved by the sea.

By something that is just endlessly bigger than me.

By a force so undeniable, it couldn’t possibly be my responsibility.

By an existence so powerful it might just change everything that I could ever be.

Because what could be better than just handing off control,

Than closing your eyes, finding peace,

And knowing that you no longer play a role.

Than feeling the expectations and pressure slowly decrease.

And then I pause, and I look at the ocean.

The way it is mighty and unstoppable and free,

Not ashamed to exist and not scared of its motion.

The way it stretches on further than our eyes can even see,

Unbothered by the vast amounts of space that it takes,

And the constant bursts of waves that it makes.

And I realize that maybe I shouldn’t wait to be swept away,

That maybe instead I should make sure that I have the strength to want to stay.