Flooded by Eli Oko

Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.

Sitting she was feeling

She was hoping and praying

She was in thought and tranquility

Probably, there will be happiness on the other side of life

Sitting she had convinced herself that even if it’s not alright

That is fine.

Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.

On her feet she gets

Feeling slight regret for sitting so long

Hoping so long

Believeing so long

Maybe she was wrong

The world from this height looks grey

With a hint of something borrowed

It looks distant and unowned

As if staring at something that would never belong to her.

Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.

She steps with a dream to enjoy it while it lasted

Dancing

Arms in the air, unafraid to move everywhere

She bounces on her tip toes

Eyes closed

Not a sound surrounds

Every beat is within

Within is finding it’s way to the light

Dragging her along for the ride

The smile on her face bright

Nothing can she hide

Until the borrowed time is behind.

Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.

And still she stands again

Feeling quite the same

Down comes floods of rain

Drenching her in pain

As much as the heart can contain

Then overflows with waves.

Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.

Sea Sick

She sits

And as her world stops spinning

The waters thinning

The pain beginning

To fade and seems small beneath the shade

Of returned prayers and growing hope

Probably, there will be happiness on the other side of life

Sitting she had convinced herself that even if it’s not alright

That is fine.

Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.

Now sitting, she was feeling

And that flooded person has dried.