Deluded

From the ocean we arise--

From the briny, ubiquitous surf

Of roiling foam,

We slowly take shape,

Forming distinct, separate

Waves as we fight our way

To shore.

We form ourselves,

Attempting to prove our

 Individuality,

That we are something more

Than just water and debris.

But even as we begin this struggle,

Standing tall as we arrive at the sand,

We are dashed into nothingness--

The endless currents drink us back in,

Recycling us.

We become nothing more than mere droplets

To be devoured by another's

Delusion.

Author's Note

If life is nothing more than what it seems.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I love it as a whole and yet for me on this Monday I could really feel these words "That we are something more
Than just water and debris. "

Very insightful write.. x