Thank You

Sometimes we forget that just as people hurt us, people heal us too.

The ocean was what I aspired to be, 

Its beauty encompasses the horizon you can see.

The ocean, a place of mystery and hidden things, 

Kings and common folk, she draws in. 

The ocean, a glistening wonder and destructive threat, 

It’s no wonder we stay even in losing bets. 

The ocean she was, both reserved and open, 

But what drew me in was her water who explored the earth to learn. 

He, who I called Sorry made me me, 

Or at least, he taught me what it meant to clearly see. 

Sorry, was the beach to my ocean, 

Reminding me to constantly stay at my motion. 

Sorry taught me the meaning of love, 

But he also taught me what it meant to go from push to shove. 

I’m sorry for resisting, 

It’s okay, I’ll make sure you won’t be persisting. 

He was a good man, I defended in vain, 

After all, who would come see me, running in the rain? 

Sorry was the one, I convinced myself, 

If you didn’t agree, you could go suit yourself. 

I’m sorry for doubting, 

It’s okay, Thank God I don’t like shouting. 

The ocean I was, 

Vulnerable and my stride was put to pause. 

Its magic inflicted onto others was now gone, 

After all, he was the pollution I had to endure and move on. 

Sorry taught me one last thing, 

He said “The ocean was never meant to sing.”

The ocean was meant to move for men, 

After all, it was men that ruled, over and over again. 

Sorry said love was a choice, 

That just like the ocean, men could leave or I pretend he was one of my joys. 

I’m sorry, please don’t go, 

Love? Wow, you’re really slow. 

The ocean I am now, 

Confused and hurt, 

Is mankind really more than just dirt? 

The beings in me suffered as I did, 

After all, I had to bottle it up and close the lid. 

The ocean I am now, 

All I thought about was Sorry and my previous vow. 

Though as they say, there is no light when darkness is absent, 

It was them who saved me, that showed up is fragments. 

Thank You were queer, quirky and confusing, 

Calling the police was actually something I was musing. 

Thank You spilled drinks in public by accident and laughed, 

I wondered whether they were simply just slow and daft. 

Thank You taught me the meaning of swag, 

Every time they say it aloud, I still gag. 

Thank You told me love had no bounds, 

After all, you don’t force the ocean to make sounds. 

The ocean I am, puzzled and cautious, 

It almost seems like this intruder was being lawless. 

Thank You taught me that I shouldn’t sing, 

But yell in all my might as though I finally cut the string. 

Thank You taught me it was okay for my water to retract, 

After all, those who deserve and willing would always come back. 

Thank You also made me realise,

That not all mankind was full of deceit and lies. 

I’m sorry for all the troubles I’m causing now, 

Thank you replied we love your company anyhow. 

I’m sorry for making you wait, I say with worry in my eyes, 

Thank you replied, just thank us and have some fries. 

I’m sorry for always saying sorry- 

Stop, just say thank you and we’ll pour you some tea. 

The ocean I am now, 

A wonder among men as I bow. 

Similar to Thank You and my life now, 

My sorrys have become Thank Yous for the better now.

Author's Note

My first piece of work posted. Sometimes I wonder whether I use too much cliches in my writings.

Thank you for reading and stay happy. (:

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I find it soothing to imagine oneself the ocean, ebbing and flowing with the pull of the moon. Having no control over my movement but possessing great power, power to nurture and destroy. An epic piece for your first time out. I hope to see more:)