Waves - A Poem By Gian Carlo

I was remembering the last time I stared at the ocean before I moved out of Puerto Rico. I was feeling excitement, fear, happiness, and sadness about it all. It was such a deep feeling that I can remember the feeling as if it was yesterday.

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I miss staring at the ocean.

Watching the waves go in the motion where the wind leads them.

As I think about the mysteries out there that I need to discover.

Only thing that was stopping me was fear.

Fear of going beyond the ocean.