I was never the type of person to wade out

Life's undulating waves of unforeseeable ups and downs


Insofar as creating constructive waves

To further convolute


The simplest of tasks

In the quandaries of relationships


Is this the fault of my debater disposition?

To see a hollowed out shell of myself in others


That lead me to projecting a

Greater delusion of problems


So far out in the horizon, I'm remiss

To the fact that they will indefinitely


Engulf me in the trench

Of the green-eyed monster


Envy for those with a blase front

Asserted as a shield


Against Mother Nature's most cruel

Weathering, wondering if this


Affirmation of self is established through

Practiced motions or through unconscious ambulations


I am learning to surrender myself as a

Falling feather adrift at sea