Salt water

My time is racing and rushing
an over swelled brook
through veins hardened by experience's harsh capabilities
the rain pushing out the boundaries once formed of solid stone
ebbing and swelling
life
scares me
it exhilarates my soul
it takes my stomach
and knots it so
crying tears from my thoughtful examinations
walking on the jarring mis-steps of others
stairs that have never known my hope
my tears of tenacity
of pure agitation
and strength greater than the ocean
we must swim
I have the salt water in my heart
and the sea mother knows my name
she crys it nightly
bashing her will against the out cropping of rocks
knowing she shall emerge
in victory