Sea Moon

we are all

like wild roses

seeds carried by the wind

until we found reasons

on our soil

we grow separately. grow together.

we blossom. wither.

we hurt. heal.

our nature. our being.

the urge

to grow towards the sun

- blooming human

i am

times calm

sometimes stormy

come to a standstill, poisonous

stay in motion, invigorating

rise over the banks, give too much

seep into the ground, give too little

stay in my stream

and

give up control

the cycle is closed

i will find my bay

like water

rather overthinking

than not

to think

i´m paying the price

-sleep