**This poem was started years ago and saved in a draft along with three others. I decided to start reviewing the drafts I had written in both of my blogs, and I realized that some of them are finally ready to be completed. So here it is, revised. Sometimes, the paradox that is time simply astonishes me.

A Sea of Average

Drowning in my youth.

In a sea of average.

Waiting.

For a lifeboat no one thought was needed.

Well-adjusted.

Was I?

Normalcy.

Popularity.

Low expectations I chased.

Never reached.

Comparisons I made in dark haste.

That left a narrow view.

A salty taste.

Holding onto legalistic faith.

Judgement weighing on my shoulders.

Self-obsessed, not self-aware.

Looking for the spiritual everywhere…

Just not in The Word.

No, not there…

Striving. Fighting.

To just be good enough.

Never feeling good…

ENOUGH!

A sea of average, drowning.

For the American Dream.

But was that ever really mine?

One must truly seek and ask,

with whole heart,

to find.

A life that walks on the water.

Leaving the ninety-nine to find the one.

Still swimming.

In a sea of average?

No longer an appealing place to reside.

You are made for more!

 

ljh