For Who I Once Was

Who I once was
has changed.
I am no longer quiet.
No longer still.
I am raging.
For I cannot find
the shores.

I am the violent waves.
But I am a tempest
that grows weary.
I long to be
the tide that comes.
To be the docile
waves that ebb upon
the shore.
Anywhere I can call home.
And rest my head
upon the sand.

Who I have become
is ready to go down
drowning.
With arms raised.
But who I once was
is a gentle wind
calling. And it
whispers to me,
“Oh, the strength
you have.
Don’t stop looking
for those shores.”