Balancing the giving and the taking,
Measuring the changing and the growing,
Coming… going…
Patiently waiting, quickly accelerating,
That careful toing and froing.
Our movement merges together
In unison rhythm like waves,
We caringly form our landscape,
We patiently carve out our caves.
We carefully set our intentions,
Dream of the wonderful life we will have,
In this space of connection we’ve nurtured
Our hearts cans do nothing but laugh.
Time passes changing the balance,
Tilting the scales, roils and disturbs;
I try to rise to the challenge
But in your mind thoughts do perturb.
My soothing no longer is wanted,
My arms around you no longer are craved,
My essence under your pressure relented,
Destroyed are the paths that we paved.
To hope I whispered my plea
but the waves continued to slam.
How can one halt the forces of the sea,
When in these turbulent waters we can’t even manage to stand?
I tried,
Oh, I did try…
But no longer can I be that wave that follows,
No longer shall my swaying match your motion.
Enough of these murky waters have I swallowed,
Enough of being adrift in your emotions.
I change from drop, to sea, to ocean.
Far from those shallow, stormy waters shall I be,
Released from its injurious erosion,
I have let go of what was us, was ours, was we.
Viviana Doyle is a Venezuelan-Irish who tries to creatively translate the rawness of emotions to poetry. As a constant seeker of new experiences she aims to deepen her understanding of our complex world, delicate human relationships and the resilient interconnectedness between the two.