Waves

my waves are ones of inconsistency

they travel along my body

with no purpose

but to show my beauty

when you ride my waves, they start to settle

as if the tide never started

then I see your eyes

pierce through them

and the flow begins again

my waves become mountains

ones towered with insecurities

then I think these are not beautiful

and I feel as my waves are all you see

then I wait

and remind myself that flat land and high land

shore or waves, I'm still okay

I remind myself that the creator wouldn’t have made mountains or oceans

unless there were supposed to be highs and lows

and I think

my waves are ones made of inconsistency

they may haunt me

but my waves overpower negativity and become beauty.