Wanderlust: A deep desire to travel.

A/N: A prompt that I was given by a great friend while I was in a state of writer's block. I had to create a poem using the words Wanderlust and Ocean.
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I am a creature of wonder, wandering toward a difficult goal.
An ocean of feelings all consuming, that wash away old and bring in new.

No matter how far I travel, that desire still lingers.

Am I turning in the right direction?
Like a tide I push and pull these responsibilities forced onto me.

I wonder what the ocean would do, if it could wander directionless with a desire like me.

Where would it end up? What would it do?

Would it feel the same as I did when I flew?

Or would it pause its current and fumble, wondering if its desire to push and pull is correct?

This un-surety, pooling at my feet, then my knees, then my chest.

I continue to wander, strength still in my bones that refuse to stay still.
The ocean won't let me be still and sink, because it calls to tell me not to give up.

To keep wanderlusting, and be the wind that blows over sand and sea.
What will I become? What will I be?
When I finally reach the ocean and smile at its waves with certainty.

~ Warrior