Waives

Happiness like sadness comes in waves. I am an Ocean, I feel content in a moment but deprived in another. Am I weak to feel so? Am I a hypocrite to feel powerful in one moment and feeble the next? Why do you judge me for being fickle...when life itself is so unpredictable?! 

I might be lesser than most but this is who I am and this is how life has molded me...I reflect different faces that life has, sometimes life is a divine goddess and sometimes a cruel sorceress.

I lack nuance at times...many a times, in fact... I am raw and my emotions may seem amplified. Like the sunlight seeping through the foliage, forming a flawed silhouette of light and darkness.

I am a mirror of my circumstances. I am gifted in some ways and mostly cursed. 

The Ocean is not always calm, there is turbulence and there are storms and there are calm waters at times, especially in moments of solitude, no ships or a lighthouse in sight...its waters move to the tune of the distant Moon, despite being so expansive and deep. The ocean is life giving and yet unforgiving, bringing death and despair...it is gifted in many ways and mostly cursed.