Head On

The water fights with the rocks

In a war to maintain territory,

And the sea horses with their white manes

Ride the waves to become free.

As I walk along the beach

With the sand between my toes,

The cold wind tries to blow me over

And take me away from my foes.

A distant figure in the horizon

Walks slowly on to come closer to me,

I don’t know whether to run and hide

Or to face this truth, finally.

So I choose to stay and fight

Confront my muse in the eyes- 

Of unfathomable depth and dark secrets

And the facts that need to face light.