Still Cookin'

I must be a mess

A horrible, horrible mess

Colors are a raging ocean of beautiful blues

Waves crashing into the dunes

Violent clashes of water and sand

Rip currents fleeing

I think it’s grand

I gaze outward while being tossed and drowned

To the still of deep water

Though here I am bound

Here I thrive

In these raging waters crashing into sand

Pulled back and spit out

At my own demand

I can’t imagine still water is much fun

When every day I can breach the shores

And take a plunge

Comfort seems boring and awaiting a death

I’d rather drown myself here and gamble holding my breath

I’ve grown accustomed to angry waves frothing at the mouth

Teaching lessons; killing doubt

I think I like it here

In this bubbling cauldron of chaos

In calm water, there I’ll be adrift

Nowhere to go and no way to shift

My comfort is here, amongst the furious waves and sultry sand

Where I keep learning new lessons and how to expand

I’m still cookin'

I don’t want to be adrift, awaiting a death

I must be a mess

A horrible, horrible mess

I wonder how long I can hold my breath