The Wild Sea

Why do I feel scared to feel alive?

Been up and down and safety took a dive.

And everything around me shines like gold.

But I can’t help but feel it’s getting old.

I’m afraid to risk and roll the dice.

But I’m afraid to stay and freeze like ice.

And slowly I am seeing other lights

That shine so bright but come with other fights.

I walk towards them slowly, insecure.

Finding that I’m quickly wanting more.

How can I know what’s really meant to be

without taking a step into the wild sea.