Wednesday

Emotions like the bashing current of the ocean challenge the shores of my heart
Corroding every trace of sanity and leaving behind sparks of euphoria like washed up sea shells
Even acquaintances have become familiar with my new stride
Not a suspicious limp but an arrogant gait
Better still a glide
My smiles match their warmth with the watts they bear, leaving the street lamps in envy
Sun rise to sun set this feeling remains the same
From days to weeks that turn into months and hopefully years its boat continuous to keep me assail
Even if the thorns came before the rose
Every prick was well worth the hurt