Nothing Lasts Forever

Like an ocean breeze

this will pass swiftly

through the unscathed canyons of your mind

where you hoped all that lingers

would never see sunlight.


But these winds will rattle the dust

off hidden nooks with solemn thoughts

you assumed would remain safetly undiscovered.


And they won't miss a corner

the way waves crash over your feet

when the tide is high

and your guard is low.


Watch and you will see

how rocks become sand,

proving that nothing lasts forever;

your qualms are no exception.


So when you find yourself

swimming against a current

up to your neck in fear

it is not the time for tears

or the acknowledgement of



To find your way out,

float like a message in a bottle,

trusting the water 

to keep you afloat

in a heavy sea of doubt,

trusting the breeze

to polish your sharp edges

and trusting all these things,

the storms and the sunshine,

to take you somewhere better.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Put simply, this poem is about worrying. Sulking in your fears and injustices is like swimming against a currant- it's just going to exhaust you, and maybe kill you. If you go with the flow and realize it's only temporary, life becomes easier. It's not beneficial to repress them either, and to have a dark side of you that you keep hidden. Ideally, we should embrace the good with the bad, living in the moment.

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KindredSpirit's picture

I like the poem

Straight up.


AquarianMale's picture

I like your poem, although

I like your poem, although the varied number of lines per verse, (in this particular piece), as well as a few overly extended lines hinder both appearance and style. Be it free verse or not, a bit more time spent on elements of stable formation surely would not hinder anything. You cannot eliminate all the difficulties of a good composition by simply extending line length. Any intelligent or experienced reader will not be deluded, and whether intended or not – it seems structurally lethargic. Sometimes bad visual presentation can make a good poem mediocre. Finally, your explanations at the ending of your poems make one wonder if you yourself fear the abstractions? Indeed you have some “very nice” images and hijacking pensiveness in this poem. Still, (personally I feel) you should allow the reader to fill his/her own mind with the best cadences, and an “initial explanation” that their own thought processes render, i.e. unless someone were to ask you. There is nothing better than a poem that allows a reader to dreamily drift away in their own adagio. Why would a poet wish to reel in those tides by turning those lovely abstractions into concrete? Still a nice read. Thank you.