School: Mat-Su Youth Facility
Teacher: Mr. Pine
Like there’s something hidden deep below the ocean’s salty shore,
It is hidden deep beneath your heart – yes; there’s something more.
Like an unfinished book that someone has yet to explore,
It is an unfinished product of your speech – yes there’s something more.
As if the mighty lion has lost the will to roar,
You too lose the will to speak of something – something more.
As if a dam has blocked the path from which the rivers pour,
You block the flow of emotions and thoughts – still; there’s something more.
Why do you offer the lonesome silence?
Yet ignore what’s lost at your own expense?
Your eyes – a deep ocean of sorrow and grief.
Your tongue – like earthquakes so violent and strong, but brief.
Your voice – a sound of trumpets that tumble down or soar.
Your thoughts – a mystery, a puzzle, unsolved because there’s something more.