I was never the type of person to wade out
Life's undulating waves of unforeseeable ups and downs
Insofar as creating constructive waves
To further convolute
The simplest of tasks
In the quandaries of relationships
Is this the fault of my debater disposition?
To see a hollowed out shell of myself in others
That lead me to projecting a
Greater delusion of problems
So far out in the horizon, I'm remiss
To the fact that they will indefinitely
Engulf me in the trench
Of the green-eyed monster
Envy for those with a blase front
Asserted as a shield
Against Mother Nature's most cruel
Weathering, wondering if this
Affirmation of self is established through
Practiced motions or through unconscious ambulations
I am learning to surrender myself as a
Falling feather adrift at sea