Ocean

I have sailed endless pages of thoughts written by others,
created out of words soaked with love
and salty, pungent taste of hate and intolerance.

Many have shed their scales under my watchful eye,
revealing their soft bellies while reaching depths
forever impossible to penetrate.

Many struck me like jagged teeth of a stealthy shark,
that ripped my body with powerful jaws made out of sorrows and pains,
drilling my soul, seeking the fuel to let the creature live forever more.

Many others left me empty
like a shell that outlives it's usefulness and washes up on shore
seeking beginning in the end once more.

None left my sails drained of propelling winds,
letting my lungs fill with rich air that rises above the waves
rolled from thousands of sweat and tear drops drowned in the ocean by them.