The Tranquil Sea

I used to go sailing on the wide sea So rich and deep where aquatic life lie. I'd sit on the wooden deck in its lee And think to myself and hope not to cry Oh, how the storm rages in my cold chest, How can the sea stay calm when I spew hate? For the life I once lived was full of zest And happiness had seemed my only fate. Tranquility and peace the sea was not No one had told of the carnage below. Was I to make the leap, jump and be caught Be pulled under and succumb to my foe. Yes, Life demands my assimilation, Into the sea of my new soul's station.