Painting

So, I've been thinking a lot about friendships lately,

My friends say I have a wall.

What they don't understand is that the wall is up for a good reason,

My thoughts press together in a depressing portrait.

Although, I can't say that all my thoughts are sad,

I do have some that reflect the images I've seen,

Like snow falling softly or the warmth of the sun on my face.

They tumble around to thoughts of my dog,

To my beloved paintings.

I find that I paint certain subjects at certain times,

But it always comes back to the mysteries of the sea.

I've told people that the promise of freedom the sea gives me,

It makes it hard to keep my thoughts on dry land.

Because a sailing ship is a lot like me,

My emotions quickly move me up and down,

The words that come out of my mouth are always unpredictable.

I trap people under my waves,

Then spit them out in disgust.

I wish people would understand the way that I love them,

But I wish my heart would understand that my love is not always good for them.

Then again, I always trap myself under my own waves,

Pulling myself into the dark.

But yet, as these thoughts are spoken out loud,

I feel as though I've reached the surface again and oh,

How the air is sweet.